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You showed me a place

Where I could live free of burdens

Because you surrendered yours

Long ago

When they became the yoke that threatend to strangle you

So I as I look back

I see the wisdom in your way

But it was one I was not ready for

To live that free

Would have meant not to be me

On the journey I was

So now

All these years hence

When I remember the sweet freedom of that place

We tasted

With music, food and fire and love

I forget too the times it was so unfamiliar

That I had to run back to the place of burdens

Which had been my life until then

More struggles were to come

So much burning ground to cross

And now when I remember how it felt to become ash

And then rained upon as I turned to sludge

I can only grieve the unformedness of that place

I was yet to know

The potters wheel and the kiln

In which I was fired and cracked

Until I could become a vessel

Capable of holding

My own life

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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  4. Beautiful piece of self reflection but those last few words – oh my, so beautiful. i love the metaphor of the kiln dried vessel that we become.

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