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Pepita, the fuzzy kitty is sitting near my feet. She is wondering when her bedtime will be honored. Soon, little one, soon. Today I drew a tarot card from my newest deck, The Spacious Tarot; it was the Guardian of Pentacles (aka the Mother or Queen of Pentacles). I asked myself, how can I be…
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Through writing in my journal this morning, I began contemplating. It seems that many people are struggling to “work your purpose” (this is a concept I’m incorporating into my upcoming online course or whatever it will turn out to be, called “Resilience Apothecary”). Perhaps my first task is to take an inventory of accomplishments upon…
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The room is filled with restaurant sounds; the cutlery is clicking on plates and bowls. Autumn Leaves is coming from the trombone, piano, upright bass and drums. How lovely. Dedication: Today is dedicated not to a person, but to the priceless concept of forgiveness. Without it, we remain cold and buried in our own asses.…
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Since inception, my Familiar came into my life like a smoky mirror. Reached out, listening Onward, sharing, lamenting heavy strife. At first in the mountains, the Rockies Arms outstretched across a thousand miles now here, ever closer Healing, moving, all smiles Suddenly fell down Rushing with might – urgency The river cast aside…
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Today is filled with raindrops and warmth. Yesterday I found a journal from days of yore, September 9th, 2011. It reads: “Washington, DC – Hyatt Hotel – Money in Politics Conference at the offices of Public Campaign What a day. I’ve showered, redressed my burn wound, called friends for their birthdays, called Philly and Maw…
anita lorraine moore 