Author: Trina Brunk
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Love is carving out a place for itself in me. Every time it comes to visit, it seems to have grown Its head pressed against…
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Looking into the maw of a great loneliness I respond by throwing myself into the misery with enthusiasm. I am not masochistic. Something in me…
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Our unique light, our true gifts, burn from the inside until we release them. We can’t go un-numb without feeling this. Most of us, I’m…
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The following is an excerpt from a memoir I’ve been working on. The kids and I spent much of our summer at a farm that…
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OOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm The collective resonance of all the voices of those gathered in a circle with me reverberates through every cell of my being and I…