Two rivers colliding with one another. The Rhône River (left) meets the Arve River (right) in Geneva, Switzerland.
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i look at everything with lighter eyes, more light-filled eyes, the eyes that are inclusive, a forgiving festival in a blue rainforest. i am being communicated with, loved, innerstood. the kindness that echoes, that triumphs because they would only live the way they are. i myself can only honor my self with knowing & passion. committed to the truth and lies that get pulled up and pronounced, can never remain suppressed back down. my heart will never stop expanding in the effortlessness i have found and chosen for her. my body will continue to burst and strengthen and mesmerize as one of the crucial gifts from heaven to earth. every Yule, i want us to have a tradition. every goddess day, every moon phase, every hue of ourselves given freedom to move. moving about, from the waters of boston to the sands of bali. foraging, exploring, making love as all. these aspects that are here are ready to be invested in, deserve the glory of a woman and her pussy. i claim what is mine and promise every concept i won’t promise to be a good girl anymore. to god— I v much promise this. cuz I like the taste of “wrong” bc I know how much I am right…. , and the path I walk, create n lead is purposeful and illuminating and swooning me. all this. all of me. the first time it’s all clicked, but only just in a different way
