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It was the day that bombs fell out of the sky and killed pieces and parts of me that needed to die off and fall away.



December 7, 2017


I met Jeff in early December last year. I am going to arbitrarily pick December 7th, Pearl Harbor Day, as the day we met.


It was the day that bombs fell out of the sky and killed pieces and parts of me that needed to die off and fall away. It was the day my spirit rose up anew, the day I decided to take a different tack. I chose to leave dormancy behind and step up into the fullness of me, to find a new strategy, to transform, to seek new experiences.


This reawakening occurred in a blink, completely unexpectedly. The seeding happened when Jeff grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips. Desire was implanted in my soul. In the next few days and weeks, I set about making the newness come to be.

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