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| In Wonder I am blown apart at the seams - wide open. Everyone I meet falls into me with an immediacy that is startling in its intensity. I am vastness condensed into the humanity of my body. Nothing can contain me as I contain everything. I am boundless and boundaried, embarrassed by my immensity. My life is an ongoing mystery and I stand, in wonder, at its heart. Jane Francis The Ground Wandering in my own borderlands I am determined not to turn back to the lands of Self-denial and self-punishment that lie behind me and beckon with their familiarity. The path ahead is shrouded in unknowing and my feet falter as they tread the untrod ground. Yet this is my Ground that I am reclaiming, Ground that was not lost, but simply forgotten, and sometimes disowned because of its magnificence. Jane Francis |
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