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Faith in Love as a Mustard Seed
By: Kristin Peterson (Drafted: Spring 2021, Revised: Today) The love I allow myself to give, to receive, is like a parable… stretching my imagination to understand some semblance of a message of meeting… Which seed shall I be? The seed that fell, discarded carelessly to the path, birds voraciously possessed in consumption… a core so…
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“The Armor of a Brutal Past”
By: Kristin Peterson (Spring, 2022) She traipsed soft treads on tiptoed ends, afraid to wake and stir emotionsFear slept at her feet, an old companion, tucked beneath her broken soles Fear was neither foe nor friend,It’s warnings stirred imaginations, yet tucked her safe in ruminationsShe did not feel it’s binding brace, a face that plagued her…
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Hail, Hail, the Storm is Near, Beneath the Crooked Sky
By: Kristin Peterson (Spring, 2022) Hail, Hail, the storm is near, beneath the crooked sky,Though racked and torn, and turned forlorn, the soldier left a’fright,Deep beneath the barrow bone, the winds they start to stir The harrowing of howling horns seize into the marrow,Perspiration, feverish, collects upon the soldiers brow,Hail, Hail the storm is near…
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“the day I knew I fell for you”
By: Kristin Peterson (written a few years ago and no longer relevant, but a piece nonetheless…) we sat in the grasslegs splayed out in the sunTalking together like time didn’t existSharing, laughingTrying to figure out what it was that lead us to thisbut thanking God it didSharing sweet secrets with gentle nudges and breezesquestions asked…
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Tired Tonight…
By: Kristin Peterson (12/21/22) Hear ye, oh year ye! I’m not tired tonight! My shirt is on backwards and heads not quite right I’m yawning and stretching, lids birds, flying south As I contemplate words stuck from leaving my mouth I’m just so dang tired and have nowhere to go Nothing to write, so forget…
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A Budding Beauty…
By: Kristin Peterson (1/30/23) Oh, to lift the veil… to allow someone to peek through and see the maiden behind the curtain… the projected image of what she will allow you to see… her own mysterious nature ingrained so deeply that even she doesn’t quite fathom the depths of self… what she will allow herself…
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Taking a Moment
By: Kristin Peterson (1/13/23) Nature is so Healing. It was a typically gorgeous PNW day, soft, drizzly with billowing clouds banking in over the steepled peninsulas… I looked down at the view from 12th and Bridgeport, ready to take a left for my errand run… and at that EXACT moment, it was just SO stunning,…
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The Great Show in 5-D
By: Kristin Peterson (1/12/23) Mountains weigh heavy as stars start their fall Wishing more time to admire them all But Mountains do crumble and Stars, they do fall But nary a care for the Present now calls: No Mountain’s peaked interest was on their shelf life Don’t bother with shelves when there’s cliffs to go…
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Ritualistic Prayer Braids
By: Kristin Peterson (1/9/23) For those of you with long hair: A new idea that just popped in my head (which I’m sure people have historically done, but something just reconnected that little ancient memory), is to braid your hair with intention and prayers. For each of the three strands, they could stand for a…
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Chakras in Nature
By: Kristin Peterson (1/9/23) I just asked myself, “Why do you think leaves are green?” I first thought of chlorophyll, and other things, but then I was thinking that the heart chakra is green and maybe the greenery of Earth, which when you scramble the letters spells Heart, is Gaia’s Love for us. I then…