What Once Was

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"there are ruins in each of us. a place where

'what once was' lives on like an echo..haunting

the landscape of our lives with its weathered

foundations. abandoned..scavenged..and dismantled

by time..the ruin is the holiest place in our heart.

it is the ways in which we have been broken that

have earned us a place to stand. it is in our life's

absences that a wild longing is born. this ruined

place is a temple in which to worship..to throw

down our grief and our forgetting..and praise

what remains. after all..these remains are the

evidence of how greatly we have loved and 

they should be venerated as the legacy of

survival that they are."

~ toko pa turner

Remembering Ourselves Home

 

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"with her beguiling beauty..eros will possess you.

she is a singer and a dreamer..whose elements are

mystery..magic..and earth. her voice isn't pretty..nor

is it sweet..but rather scorched with honesty. and

when she sings..the ache of being alive rattles and

resonates deep in your bones. it's with her raw

passion that she pushes blood into an idea..and

makes it dance. her home is in the wild..and she

speaks the language of all untamed beings. she

is the animal body..both fierce and graceful..who

moves with the rhythm and sway of the soul."