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we live & learn from our mistakes

the deepest cuts are healed by faith

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Journal created:
on 4 July 2002 (#617768)
Updated:
on 25 March 2014
Name:
Lalia
Birthdate:
2 March
Location:
Morgantown, West Virginia, United States


I'm a 30something-year-old web developer, working and living in West Virginia.

The vast majority of my posts are now at least friends-locked, and a large number of those are filtered to several different friends groups. I'm sorry for that, but now that everyone and their cockatiel have gotten online, I need to be able to control access to the finer details of my life. Unfortunately, it's not 2002 anymore.

If you'd like to see my posts, feel free to add me as a friend. I'll do the rest. :)






If you're curious, I wrote about about my tubal ligation experience here and here. I'm also very happy to answer any questions you might have.

(If you're a guy, I found a great post about exactly what it's like to have a vasectomy. Hey, I'm an equal opportunity sterilization info provider!)
Wind Tunnel Dreams: The Closing of the Year
via shadesong, here.

When a phoenix ignites,
it is from the inside out,
bone kindling, marrow searing;
when a phoenix ignites,
the flames are not red, not gold.
not at the core.
The core is white, white,
and a flicker of blue,
opalescent,
unimaginable -

The pain is so intense
that it barely makes a record
as it flashes through.
The pain is beyond pain
flaring up and out,
your head thrown back,
unable to scream,
just -

Ah-

Soft and light and high,
on the threshold of nothing,
simply a surprised, a wondering
ah -

And there is a space
between heartbeats
that lengthens.
A stumble into silence,
darkness,
oblivion,
a moment between-
a moment of grace.

And the stumbling forth into ash,
gasping, naked,
eyes wide, trembling.

When you set everything aside,
when you choose this rebirth -
you get to choose what to take with you.

When you have given everything up,
you get to choose.

You choose what to pick up,
what to bring with you.

When you surrender all that you were,
you decide who you will become.

Your choice,
offered forth with open hands.

Set your feet upon the path.
And dance.
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