
Poem: Love Is Not
Love was busy telling me what Love is and is not and Love didn’t want me. I leaned in and learned the lesson anyway, what is was to listen and talk to Love.
Read MoreLove was busy telling me what Love is and is not and Love didn’t want me. I leaned in and learned the lesson anyway, what is was to listen and talk to Love.
Read MoreIf you want to build resilience, visit a bar. There are things that sometimes happen in a bar that will make you strong. He looked at the woman to my left and the woman on my right and said ‘You two are amazing girls.’ His pronunciation pointed in a direction anywhere but me.
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Read MoreI have learned my body sings and I will let it.
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Read MoreMore and more, I think that marriage isn’t about finding someone who ticks the boxes, with whom your life fits and feels complete – but choosing someone who you can build a life with. So the image of a garden seems appropriate – we don’t marry because we’ve discovered something beautiful, but because we want to create something beautiful.
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