Author: simplyaubreyelaine

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It’s amazing how good we are when we’re “on.” We flow with an energy and ease, reminiscent of two old dancers. Two hearts in sync – without question – without retort. Simple gestures. Small moments. A helping hand. A guiding force. So simplistic. Ever so fleeting. Muddied by history and torment. Smothered by a sea of emotions. Left…

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Paradise is found on the others side of this feeling. Swimming in the tears. Hidden behind a veil of chaos and confusion. Paradise lost. Paradise found. Whispering caresses of promise and peace. Paradise stolen. Or was it given away? Perception or deception? Intermingling manipulation – vining and intertwining – digging in and rooting deep. The…

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To be honest, I find it difficult to look around and see people living in excess and seemingly happy, when some of us have asked for very little and somehow suffer for it. Everywhere I look, I am faced with the disgusting truth of what we call capitalism. Very few who are honest and hard-working…

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I have these moments throughout the day – sporadically scattered among my daily activities. Moments of brilliance in the shower. Gifts of knowledge and understanding while driving, in exchange for road rage and disrespect. Shining messages – epiphanies – whispers of the Holy Spirit. I used to miss it – always living with dark and…

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I often sit and contemplate how different my life looks from moment to moment – season to season. In my youth I never thought about the seasons of life; beyond Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall, I was unaware that life was ever-evolving. A child completely oblivious to forces of nature, directing one’s thoughts, will, and…

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It’s hard to believe six months has passed since my full two-week return to work. My crash and burn moment. The all-knowing response of my mind and body telling me “accept that your life will never look anything like it once did. Twist, toil, and hope all you want; life evolves, whether you like it…

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America I didn’t vote for Trump, my husband did. I tried to show him; did my best to make him see. The manipulation and slow build of beliefs, spoon fed to him by a never-ending deluge of one-sided opinions. The talking heads, feeding my husband an epic line of bullshit, day in and day out.…

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What is Love?  There are no words or are there too many? Most days, I can’t tell. Always seeking, never knowing. I sit here, in a space I so desperately wanted – overwhelmingly needed. I’ve spent my whole life hiding from who I am. Never knowing I was meant to have my own identity –…