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The Horizon Leans – poem by Maya Angelou

The horizon leans forward, Offering you space to place new steps of change. Here, on the pulse of this fine day You may have the courage To look up and out upon me, the Rock, the River, the Tree, your … Continue reading

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Maya Angelou and Releasing the Logjam

Just this week, I had tea with a friend. We were meeting to brainstorm about bringing Joanna Macy to the Mid-Atlantic region. My friend was keenly interested in the evolving plans since I’ve been dialoguing with Joanna’s assistant about Joanna … Continue reading

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Amazing Peace w/ Poem – Maya Angelou

AMAZING PEACE by Maya Angelou In our joy, we think we hear a whisper. At first it is too soft.   Then only half heard. We listen carefully as it gathers strength. We hear a sweetness. The word is Peace. It … Continue reading

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Hair – “Do” poem by mare

well, i’m on a bit of a jag about boobs this morning with the previous post with some of Maya Angelou’s wonderfully fun wisdom and comments on aging and sagging boobs. so I thought i’d post a poem I wrote … Continue reading

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Maya Angelou on Growing Older (and Sagging Boobs)

A sister friend sent this to me this morning. And it is a rainy Friday here in Baltimore and I wonder how well I’m dealing with the rain and gray mustiness that has set into my brain. And what would … Continue reading

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“Letter to My Daughter” – Poem by Maya Angelou

This poem has been circulating the web for a while and it is always a good reminder to myself about our strengths as women and how we need/can take care of ourselves. I love Maya Angelou. So, here it is … Continue reading

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The Detached – Maya Angelou

The Detached We die, Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets, Stranglers to our outstretched necks, Stranglers, who neither care nor care to know that DEATH IS INTERNAL. We pray, Savoring sweet the teethed lies, Bellying the grounds before alien gods, … Continue reading

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