Hallowed silence surrounds her: fallen stars flickering amid mist-frosted grass and autumn leaves in their myriad faded hues, bruised petals and baubles strewn...
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Beyond the Yellow Door - Living Passionately with Chronic Pain
]]>Hallowed silence surrounds her:
fallen stars flickering amid mist-frosted grass
and autumn leaves in their myriad faded hues,
bruised petals and baubles strewn
at the base of each cold marble plinth–
all the familiar remembrances,
the bittersweet farewells she knows by heart.
She wanders ghost-like among these tombs,
an unseen witness to mute devotion and grief,
carrying the holiness of this singular night
within her heart until time circles back upon itself,
an exquisitely inconspicuous ouroboros
that brings it all around again,
the gifts the living offer to the beloved dead.
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]]>When I originally had the idea for this article, it was going to be all about how life in the slow lane can...
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Beyond the Yellow Door - Living Passionately with Chronic Pain
]]>There’s something strange that happens only on certain winter nights when the clouds hang low in the sky, catching the city lights and...
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Beyond the Yellow Door - Living Passionately with Chronic Pain
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Beyond the Yellow Door - Living Passionately with Chronic Pain
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