Aimée Cartier—– *author *psychic *mom *wife *speaker *dabbler in comedy

FLOURISH BLOG: Providing tools and (true) stories for creating an inspired, intuitive life.

CLIPPED

I was

Did you see

What’s that

Could you please

So when I was, I

I did see that? yeah.

 

Every story weaved into the next

As though

Silly puddy on the couch has anything to do with house sitting for the winter

As though

Love making has anything to do with real estate mailings

As though

My library card has anything to do with web site domains

As though

The major transformations of an intense learning period can be summed up in 4 words.

And everyone agrees—

The East Coast vibrates at a different and more uncomfortably surface level than most of us west coasters can tolerate.

Any questions?

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One comment on “

  1. Brad Bartlett
    January 17, 2007

    Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
    When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
    I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
    “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.

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