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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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born to be a writer

Untouched Snow

As I stepped into the untouched white snow, I heard the familiar crunch and a shiver went up my spineMy dog looked eagerly up at me, as he stood next to meI laughed, and he took that as his sign... Continue Reading →

Dusting the Rust Off

Opening the first page of the book, I took a deep breath in, grounding myself in the anticipation of all the possibilities Not knowing where to start, I put down the first word, then another, surrendering to the flowKnowing it... Continue Reading →

Rewriting Fear

I was excited for the possibilities and open to all that was on its way. But then the doubts crept in and threatened to suffocate and stall the momentum. Fighting against myself I realized I needed to let go and... Continue Reading →

Frozen

My brain stops, it's frozen I allowed my focus to stray from ACTION To overthinking and thinking and thoughts and this issue and what about that and can we fix this or prevent that and oh my gosh what if... Continue Reading →

Steps

When we give in to fear We fuck everything and run But what if we turned it on it's head And faced everything and rose We have a choice There is always something to be grateful for Fear and hate... Continue Reading →

Love Heals

Creating change starts with me It starts with love, it starts with joy Channeling the anger and hurt Into something that can make a difference And not add more destruction Is what I turn inward to find the answers How... Continue Reading →

Inside Out

Writing to heal Why did I forget? It's how I make sense of a senseless world It's how I maintain control of my insides And remember I can't control most of the outsides When I come home to me through... Continue Reading →

I Need to Want to

I want to give you all the things we dream of I want to wrap you in love and make it all better I want to bring light to all the darkness I want to erase all the hurt I... Continue Reading →

Finding My Way Home

When everything changes, does anything really change? So many things tossed on their head Fighting rhyme and keeping the words at a distance Trying to let them flow and heal Too many thoughts, too much chaos I feel lost Trying... Continue Reading →

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