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Elk, CA. 

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Just say it... 👿

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Back to safer waters thank u Lord

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Affirmations

I am surrounded by love and support in my journey.

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“My only relationship goal is to be with a person who motivates me to become a great person and tells me the potential I don’t see in myself.”

— Unknown

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“A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.”

— Hermann Hesse

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“That’s how you can tell that you’re filling yourself with the wrong things. You use a lot of energy, and in the end, you feel emptier and less comfortable than ever.”

— Glennon Doyle Melton

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Scripture, rupture—

a sacred page torn

ink bleeding doubt where truth once stood

faith’s foundation fractures

a chasm yawns wide, swallowing certainty whole

Abundant, repugnant—

the stench of hypocrisy thickens

a noxious cloud choking on promises spoiled

sweet turned sour

betrayal fruiting on once-hallowed ground

Courage, scourage—

fear lashes flesh and soul

valor worn thin like weathered cloth

a trembling hand reaches out

grasping for strength long buried in silence

Crisis, chrysalis—

despair hardens into shell

but within that husk a stir

a fight

the quiet birth of wings

Navigate—

through soul-storm and shadowed tide

steering by fractured stars

guided by glimmers

and a compass forged in pain and hope

Filtrate—

strain the poison of the past

let sorrow sift through wisdom’s mesh

clarify belief

till what remains

is luminous and wholly your own

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fiery draft

the riddle of the flame, a cryptic fierce ascent with tendrils sly and sinuous in wild dissent majestic it rose, a diadem of wrathful red ravenous in its hunger as all my shadows fled

a spark, a flash to scorch and to enkindle a whispered vow devoured by night's dark spindle the fire devoured, the tinder leaping high glowing embers where my lapsed legacies lie

beneath the winds, the pines did bow, yield to join the sacrificial blaze, a fiery field driftwood offered on the pyres, my altar laid engulfed in fervor, the price of passion paid

the heart, a seething chamber, wild and untamed its pulse a drumbeat where desire is named a crucible stoked by longing, ache, strife each ember a memory, each spark a lost life

through fissured valleys rivers of fire flow engulfing all that once was pure, otherwordly glow cinders drift like ashes from my soul's grey core a dance of light and delusion forevermore

in my heart's blackened caverns, flames take root the hunger for freedom, the thirst to uproot my charred dreams take flight like birds in dank air their wings send forth a sizzling, singed, silent prayer

but from the embers fragile blooms emerge the paradox of love where pain and passion surge a heart once broken now a phoenix in flight forged in the furnace rising from the night

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Feeling like summer heat...going home with tired feet..what skies so blue unfolding...this girl's journey is emboldening...

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😵🙃😵‍💫🫨

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Amen.

“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

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kiki karnstein

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"Margins of the Mind" In sunlit woods where whispers call, Among the trees so wide and tall, A baffling silence softly grew, Where cunning thoughts like foxes flew.

The spirits danced on leaves and air, With driftwood dreams and windswept hair, Their laughter echoed, sharp yet kind, In margins of the wandering mind.

I walked alone, a soul half-lost, My heart half-frozen, touched by frost. Embers flared beneath my feet, A fading warmth both fierce and sweet.

Once brainwashed by a silver lie, A savior complex reaching high— To taste and touch a world remade, But found instead the light would fade.

Fallen idols lined my way, With hollow smiles and feet of clay. Their power proved an empty throne, A crown of ash, a voice alone.

Yet still I walked, though shadows grew, With every step, the old world knew That truth is not a thing to clutch— But something found in taste and touch.

So here I stand, no longer small, A little lost, but after all— The path ahead may twist and turn, But even driftwood still can burn.

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personal hero...

“The path to your success is not as fixed and inflexible as you think.”

Misty Copeland

Photos: Henry Leutwyler - 2021