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Hello Loves,

As you may know I am single parenting and leaving today(!) on a six-week Friends-and-Family tour of the U.S. — our first time “home” in a year and a half! Thus, the slow blogging. I’m hoping to get the next DO LESS installment up on Choosing the Essentials. But the essentials may mean that’s a 3-hour writing session might be non-essential for one more week. We’ll see. Stay Tuned.

Hopefully this week’s *8Things will tide you over, because its a good one in that it requires both a little creativity AND  ya’ll will be a great resource to each other if you complete it. (Filling up the Giant Pool of Wisdom one bucket full of goodness at a time!)

In the comments on a recent Ask Magpie, Bethany of Coffee-Stained Clarity asked:

Church music used to be a very important part of my relationship with God, and not just music we sang at church but worship CDs and music I would play on my instruments. However, I’ve been a little shocked to find over the past year that this music has lost all relevance for me. Only one or two of the songs in our church’s entire repertoire mean anything to me, and the rest are just a matter for endurance. My question: Is music still a part of your spirituality, and if so, how does it apply? Have you found a way to bring it with you into the uncharted regions of the map?

I have written a little bit about how things stopped working over here, and I’d like to write more about that shift someday. … I figure this is a challenge not only for those of us in various stages of Leaving (or re-forming) Church, but also for folks who aren’t in an organized religion but who find a spiritual connection through music. (approx. one kazillion souls)

So, what *8 Songs connect you to the Divine? Songs that aren’t classically “religious” or “church music” but create a harmonic bridge to all things holy. Songs that soothe the soul. Songs that encourage and shore you up. Songs that connect you to something bigger and beyond, or more deeply and truly to the here/now. What songs are just Good Medicine? Do tell…and if you have time link us to online versions and youtube videos, just for fun. Here’s my list of *8 Songs for the Soul.

1. I Don’t Want to Waste Your Time, Over the Rhine from The Trumpet Child: this song is good medicine when I need some strengthening tonic in order to step out of the fray of various kinds of arguments, or to move through religious power struggles.

2. We Crawl, Polyphone Spree  from The Fragile Army: Small is beautiful, and “we’re better together.” D’accord?

3. Gravity,  John Mayer from Continuum. I know, I know. I’m a manic fan.  But he’s a brilliant songwriter, he’s really open about his artistic journey, and he’s a top notch guitarist. This song keeps me anchored when times are hard. I listened to it on repeat every night when we first moved here and every day in February. “Just keep me where the light is.”

4.  Ubi Caritas, Taize Chant: “Where there is love, there is God.” These are very much religious songs, but I find them to be accessible and touching, even though I trends toward the heretical. Many Taize songs are in Latin, a ‘dead’ language in that no one uses it as their common tongue — and thus is belongs to no one people group, and therefore can be commonly owned by all. Taize songs are sung on repeat by the congregants, with a solo line in voice or instrument carrying over the top. This symbolizes the reality that somewhere in the world, there are always people praying — so the prayer of the many (the congregant chants) supports the prayer of the one (the solo), and the prayer of the one enhances the prayer of the many. Last week when I was boo-hooing in church, I sang it out loud, even though it was only meant to be background for the offeratory. Thankfully the professional opera singer in front of me smiled benevolently and joined in.  Taize chants  convey universal truths that are helpful on many spiritual adventures.

5. Yahweh, U2 from How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. It’s hard to feel jaded around Bono and the Boys. When the girls were toddlers we had a rule, no one gets out of the car until Yahweh is done playing. Many a minute was spent in the  driveway listening to baby lisps sing “Take dis soul stwanded in some skin and bones, take dis soul and make it sing.” And as I transitioned out of organized religion, so full of anger and loss, I held on to these words with both hands:  ” Take these hands teach them what to carry, take these hands, don’t make a fist. Take this mouth, so quick to criticize, take this mouth give it a kiss.”  There’s always pain before the child is born, but there’s also an ocean of love. Hold on.

8. Breathe In, Breathe Out, Matt Kearney. My housemate Sharon has a t-shirt that says “Breathe In, Breathe Out. Repeat.” It’s ridiculous how many times I need to be reminded to do that. This dreamy little song hooks me back up to that reality when things get panicky.

7. Bold as Love, Jimmy Hendrix via John Mayer, Where the Light Is (Live). Poetic lyrics, passionate instrumentation, and the best sermon I’ve ever heard smack dab in the middle. “I’vedone everything in my life that I want to do except just give and receive love for my living.  And I don’t mean Hollywood, roman candle, hot pink love…I mean like I’ve GOT YOUR BACK love! So I’m gonna experiment with this love thing…giving love, receiving love. I know it sounds really corny but it’s the last thing I’ve got to check out, before I check out. Take me to the chorus, cuz I’m Bold as Love.” Can I get a witness?

6. Coming Up Easy, Paolo Nutini from Sunny Side Up. Most of the lyrics on this song are on Paolo’s main and most annoying theme – which is something like:  ”wow you smell good and I love you like a rock, but also…um…also there are a LOT of women out there.” This is the downside of being a little bit brilliant and a little bit 22-and-male. None the less, the closing refrain of this new song rocks me to my socks. “It was in love I was created and in love is how I hope I die.” Amen to that, my randy little brutha.

What are your *8Songs for the Soul? Grab a button and play along, or put your list in the comments below.

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I am young. Young enough to hold my father’s hand. The church is a little dim, the wood of the pews being so dark, the carpet such a deep red. Our pastor—part-grandfather, part-judge— is on the dais, his robes resplendently white, the gold of his stole glinting. He moves like an alchemist at the altar using, words, and rites, and gestures to turn ordinary things into talismans.

There is an electric organ, badly played, and an upright piano. We sing choruses before the liturgy, simple songs newly written by hippies with guitars picks. My father loves these simple songs, just a few phrase on repeat until they sink into your soul. He raises his hands to the sky, a stand out amongst the stiffness.

“Jesus, I just want to Thank You.
Jesus, I just want to Thay-ank You.
Jesus, I just want to Thank You.
Thank you for being so good.”

We unhinge our jaws. We loose our tongues. We the ordinary people of the everyday – we take on the task of angels. We sing. 

Now comes the hymns, both awkward and resplendent with age. An elderly woman with a thin, high voice warbles enthusiastically behind me. We are staid people, we Lutherans, and no inclined to showmanship. But some hymns are robust: 

“Holy, holy, holy!  All the saints adore thee,
casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.”

My mother’s hands rest on the hymnal.  Her lacquered nails are bright against the brown nougahyde cover. They are long and cool and smooth. I love to stroke them when there is no singing and the service lingers on. I do not care for the spoken words: long scripture passage read aloud, the drone of the sermon. But the songs, the psalms, the hymnody-these charm me. I am utterly in their thrall. Spellbound. The Latin is like an incantation. We make our confession in a magic tongue:

 ”Kyrie, Kyrie Eleison, Eleison…”

Finally, it is time to chant my favorite part of the liturgy, and we turn to the Nunc Dimittis, Simeon’s Song.

“Lord lettest now Thy servant depart in peace, according to Thy Word.
For mine eyes have seen Thy Salvation, which Thou hast prepared before
the face of all people.
A Light to lighten the gentiles, and the glory of Thy people Israel.
We praise Thee. We bless Thee. We worship Thee.
We glorify Thee. We give thanks to Thee for Thy great glory.
Amen.”

Years later, when decades of rock and roll have filled my ears and the chants of my childhood have long been set aside, a tragedy comes to our door. Our first child is still born, a little boy a not much longer than my husband’s hand, which holds him on my chest. The diagnosis came before the birth. No abdominal wall. No chest wall. A spine bent and misshapen. We have had time to prepare, and my heart rushes back to those long Sundays in the dim red womb of the chapel. My tongue finds the old songs. We baptize our son in the way of my childhood, the long-established liturgy our guide in this unknown and frightening terrain. Simeon, we name him. Once more we sing the song… 

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My thanks to Jamie Ridler of Starshyne Productions for submitting “How has music influenced you?” as an Ask Magpie question.

Now it’s your turn! How has music influenced you over your lifetime? Tell us in the comments, or add the link to your post.

Ask Magpie is featured (some) Wednesdays and depends on your inquiring mind. “Ask me a question, I’ll tell you no lies!” Thanks for being here.

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Today’s Ask Magpie question is from Jen Luit of Hollyhouse Studios via Twitter (mine: hers):

“How do you split time between 2 countries? What’s the deal with that? Any why don’t you have anything in your Etsy shop?”

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It is nearly 9pm and the Sun is still holding on to the sky by her fingertips.  After a short nap, she will start creeping up again around 4:00am, when I will dig my sleep mask out from under my pillow and hope my tendency towards insomnia will not be triggered by this unseemly light.

This is one of the things I love most about our Scandinavian life – these long days of light which grace us now, trying so diligently to make up for the 6 hours of half-light that haunt us all winter.

We moved to Denmark in February ’08. Microsoft has an office near Copenhagen and we’ve always want to live in Europe, so Paul lobbied for a transfer.  We were warned that Danish culture is notoriously difficult to break into – sort of like we were warned about how hard it was to raise children. Since at one point we had two kids under 2 years old, I think you can see how good we are at heeding this kind of advice.  So here we are living Life Abroad in Copenhagen, trying our best to avoid acting like “ugly” Americans. (As the saying goes, “In Denmark you are free…free to conform.)  

We still have a house in Seattle, where our 19yo adopted-by-affection still lives.  But I can’t really say “split our time between 2 countries,” since we haven’t been stateside since we left. Our British pals are constantly shocked that we haven’t been “home” in 18months. But once we reminded them that their plane tickets home are $150US and ours are $1,000, they start to get the picture. After a year and a half in Europe, the girls and I will spend seven weeks in Seattle this Summer. (Paul will come for part of it.) While there I’ll spend a small fortune on migraine treatment (blech) and host our first ever Soulsister’s retreat on a beautiful island in the Puget Sound. (yeah!)

I closed my Etsy shop when I left my Seattle studio, but last week I floated an idea for a joint project past  soulsister Jolie Guillebeau, and I’m hoping my sister-in-law’s Magpie necklaces will be sweeping the nation sometime soon. In the meantime, if any of y’all want to go Etsy shopping here’s a little link love:

-Stacy at Bella Wish has these beautiful Taking Flight necklaces, inspired by Kelley Rae Robert’s book. She also offers these beautiful memorial medallions, which I adore.

-Speaking of Kelly Rae, she sells out faster than daylight in Danish winter, but if you like pretty things with soul, do stop by and see what you can lay your hands on.

-Jolie Guillebeau and Rowena Murillo are both a part of our Sacred Commerce experiment. Spread a little love around by ordering from their shops. Jolie will send you a miniature watercolor with her pretty earrings, and Rowena’s Flying Girl prints are whimsical and inspiring.

-And don’t forget today’s Ask Magpie questioneer, Jen Luit, who has loads of cute stuff at Four Corners, including these earth-friendly re-useable lunchbags.

Thanks for helping me get my writing mojo back up and running with Ask Magpie!  ”Ask me a question, I’ll tell you no lies.” See you soon.

Read something at Magpie Girl that’s set you to wonderin’? Ask Magpie in the comments below…

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The other day Kristen at Halfway to Normal and I were having a little on-line chat about sadness. Where does it come from? What does it mean? And what do you do with it once it’s got you?

Kristen was talking specifically about that free-floating kind of sadness that descends upon you sans apparent cause. You know the kind, right? Here’s what we came up with so far:

Hormonal Sadness
Well the first obvious culprit is hormones. Hormonal shifts often cause seemingly random bouts of sadness. One of my best friends told me about this article once that said whatever emotion you are experiencing when you are ‘hormonal’ is probably something that you haven’t been able to adequately address in the past month. When your body chemistry starts shifting into high-gear, that emotion (sorrow, anger, regret, etc) can’t hide out anymore. So in some ways, that hormonally triggered sadness could be helping you out by knocking on your window and saying “Hey! Look at me please!”

We womenfolk have come to expect some moodiness before or during our period. But hormone flux can catch you at other times too. I know my moods (and migraines) are also bad at ovulation (about mid-way through your cycle.) And, when I was breast feeding I would get to feeling a little post-partumish whenever the baby went through a growth spurt and started nursing more, or while we were weaning.

There are some mood enhancing things you can do to help with hormonally-induced sadness. Mild exercise stirs up the endorphins, which help with both pain and sorrow. Calcium, Vitmain D and Vitamin B6 can help too. I make sure my dose is topped up the week prior to my period/ovulating. Ask your doctor, naturopath, or nutritionist for ideas and create a plan to support yourself.

Empathic Sadness
Another kind of sadness is what I tend to think of as empathic sadness – that is, sadness that isn’t mine, but is indicative of something that is going in some connected corner of the universe. What I’m talking about is a kind of ‘sixth sense’ that something difficult is about to go down. This can be a frightening experience; because of course you experience a sense of foreboding.

If you are highly sensitive in this way, it is possible to write yourself a script which helps you see this as a super power rather than as a disability. For instance, now that I’ve learnt to recognize empathic sadness, I use it as a kind of prep time. Just last week I had a terrible random bout of sadness. That night, I made a matchbox shrine using various symbols and items that at the time appeared quite random. Two days later I got a call that a friend had been diagnosed with uterine cancer. Every single object in the matchbox shrine related back to her experience. I packaged up the shrine and sent it off to her right away.

If you’re experiencing sadness that doesn’t feel like yours, fall back on the basics. Free write. Collage. Make lists of words, colors, images. Then sit back and see what the Universe is telling you. If the sadness feels too burdensome, try creating a symbolic place for it until its cause is ready to reveal itself. (This works when you need a break from sadness that ‘belongs’ to you too.) A ritual for this can be as simple as writing the word “sadness” on a piece of paper and putting it in a pretty bowl while asking God or the Universe to hold on to it for you for awhile . This kind of symbolic gesture can provide you with a bit of solace and relief.

Pervasive Sadness
Pervasive sadness that will not lift, or grief or sorrow that does not ebb with time may be a more serious condition. Depression is very common, and can be treated with therapy, medication, even dietary changes. The problem is, how do you know if you are just a little blue or downright depressed? There are assessment tools on line like this article or this test. But of course, the best thing is to see a doctor or therapist for professional assessment.

Over the years I’ve experienced all three of these kinds of sadness. In fact, sometimes I feel like assessing and managing my sadness is a pretty big part-time job. There are days when I wish I could just be happy-go-lucky and float around on the top layer of life — like the stars of the Disney channel, you know? But most of the time I can recognize my bouts of sadness as part of the package of living a life observed. Recently, when I was feeling overly burdened by illness and sadness combined, I asked my ever-ebullient soulsister Leonie if she EVER got sad. She said something quite wise:

What do you think? Can we embrace that? I say we give it a try.

What do you do when you are hit with a bout of sadness? What are your tips and techniques for riding the waves?

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Hello readers! This is the second batch from my ask me a question experiment. Thanks for being here!

Josh asks: What are the life lessons that you have learned through your life experience that you hold as the most valuable?

For this, you get an *8Things list:

1) Be dangerously compassionate.

2) Love people’s little folliables. (and hope they love yours!)

3) “As you go on your way of life, you will see a great chasm. Jump.” Joseph Campbell

4) Do Less.

5) Follow your intuitive voice. It is wisdom.

6) Thinking before you speak is overrated.

7) Lean towards beauty.

8) “Live where you fear you cannot dwell. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.” Rumi

Bethany asks: How did you find your own ways of nurturing your daughters’ spirituality? As my two little girls grow, I find myself realizing that the only spiritual parenting technique I’ve ever seen was going through a devotional book together. However, you seem to be bursting with special and unique ways to help your children connect with God, and I would love to know the story of how that came about.

I started by creating art-based spiritual practices for the church I was pastoring at the time. When I left the official pastorate, I just transfered those passions and practices to my home.

Mostly I just do what I need, what intuitively sounds good to me: making shrines and building altars; celebrating things that happen seasonally and come around each year; writing prayers and liturgies that have a certain cadence and beauty to them; starting and stopping practices as the become or cease to be useful to me. (Praxis is key for me – what works in real life.) Then I offer these things to the girls. Some of them stick, and some of them don’t.

Catie jives with me pretty well because we are both kind of mystic. Eden used to be like that too, but as she’s gotten older she’s become more pragmatic and scientific. (She often says, “Mommy, you and Cate are for all that God stuff, but me and Souren are for science. Well…I’m for a little God, but mostly science.”) So, I try to give Eden soulcare that has to do with physical realities: taking time to rest, conscious breathing, making lists of emotions. While with Caite it’s morning prayers from a book; grace at dinner, and building shrines.

I think my biggest piece of advice here would be “get comfortable with failure.” Failure is such a positive thing. It shows you what you don’t need to do anymore. Failure and experimentation go hand in hand. Experiment a lot. You don’t have to commit to something and do it forever. Just try it. If it works, keep it. If it doesn’t I give you permission to leave it by the roadside. (I know you don’t need permission, but it helps sometimes, doesn’t it?)

And speaking of soulcare for kids, Soulcrafting: 12 spiritual practices for soulful kids is this close to being done. Watch for a self-published version in the new year!

Shell asks: Do you have one major thing you like to do before you turn 40?

I was meant for the stage! By the time I’m 40 I’d like to be speaking to big groups of people in an environment that feels like home. Or, I’d like to produce a set of audio essays, or have a radio segment or something like that. Right now, making either of those a reality feels out of my hands. But I can control one way of getting onto a stage – I’m learning how to play the guitar and hope to pluck out one decent song at an open mic for my 40th birthday.

Amy asks: What makes you feel loved? What have you found to be the most effective way to love others?

I feel most loved when someone seeks me out for conversation. Time is my love language. I like thoughtful little gifts too…but again, not so much for the gift itself as for the idea that someone took the time to gather them and get them to me. I also feel loved when someone remembers: something I said to them, something we did together, something that is important to me. Ironically, I don’t feel like I am very good about remembering these thigns for others!

I think the most effective way to love others is to follow your impulse towards them. That’s your intuitive voice of wisdom telling you what to do. I struggle sometimes to embrace this wisdom, because the older I get the more disreputable those impulses seem. They often require me to live counter-culturally. Examples? I’m a lot more transparent than most people would advise. I tell people what I dream about them. I keep in touch with my first crush because he is such a wise, dear soul. I adopt teenagers who talk to me on street corners. None of these seem…prudent. But those are the things love has offered to me these past years. When they come I’ve tried to embrace my puckish side, deny fear, and jump. It’s not been without pain, but I truly have no regrets. I keep choosing The Beast, and people get loved in the process.

Abbey of the Arts asks: One simple question — do you know, I mean really know deep down, how beautifully stunning you are?

LOL! No Christine, I totally do not! I can spot it in others, but not so much in myself. What’s that old saying? “The cobblers children have no shoes.”

Thanks for reading, commenting, and querying. Stay tuned for more Q’s with their A’s….!

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Thank you, reader dears, for all the lovely birthday questions. I’m having such fun answering them. Here’s the first installment. Feel free to ask, and ask, and ask away. And don’t forget to offer your two bits on things that make you go “Hmmmm.” Cheers!

Florencia asks: are you a priestess or have I been reading too distractedly?

I’ve been trying on the term ‘priestess’ for the last few years. I think it looks good on me!

In official terms, I do have a degree in theology; and I have been ordained. (Although I’ve allowed that to lapse since moving to Europe.) I served as an ordained minister at a church and as the abbess at a neo-monastic community. I don’t have an official title now, but I enjoy offering people spiritual direction on line, and I write regularly about spirituality. I like the term ‘priestess’ because priests, ideally, usher people into a place of transcendence and beauty—which is something I try to do with my writing and my practices. I chose to use the feminine version of the word ‘priest’ because it helps me embrace my quest for uncovering the feminine face of God –the Feminine Divine—which I believe has been buried by the patriarchal models which are predominate in religious institutions.

Josh asks: Compare ten years ago to now, what would you say are the major beliefs that have changed and how has that change changed you?

At 30 I was a happy little evangelical minister gleeful to be accepted into the big-boys club of church ministry. I was very concerned with making sure people were developing an ‘orthodox’ faith, and the myth of personal holiness (i.e. being good) was very important to me. Art was hovering patiently at my door, waiting for me to be ready for our date, and ideas about a new kind of leadership were knocking around my head, but all of that was in embryonic form.

Since then I have completely let go of evangelical doctrine. I don’t believe Christianity is the only way to God. I don’t believe in hell. I still love the transformational theology – that is, I think we can all continue to become more in-the-image-of-God by transforming more deeply into our truest selves—but moral ‘rightness’ and acquiescence to some religious standard (i.e. personal holiness) is no longer a tantamount for me.

How has this shift changed me? My primary language is no longer one of debate and critique, but one of dialogue and curiosity. I’m considerably less uptight and worried. Fear does not dominate my life as it once did. I can see truth in a lot more places now. I’m now live in a place of generosity and abundance, and not in a metaphysical land of judgement and lack. I have a less secure sense of place, and I sometimes miss the way having a clearly delineated religion provides security. But overall, my life has more beauty, ease, and compassion than it once did.

Elaine asks: If you could live one day of your life as another being (animal, vegetable or mineral but it must be non-human), what would you be and why?

I’d probably be a tree. I’m really into the spirit of trees. There was a fig tree near my house in Seattle that I called Mother Fig. I used to stop sometime on my pre-dawn walks and put my hand on her trunk and say encouraging things to her. (She was very overgrown and neglected. Poor baby.) Here in CPH there is a tree in the Univeristy Havn that might be magical. When the Winter sunset strikes it it glows like someone has uplit it with sophisticated stage lighting. Right now its leaves are so beautiful. Trees represent wisdom to me…wisdom and resilience.

Elaine again: If you could meet an inspirational leader from the past or present, who would that be and what one question would you ask him or her?

I can’t really think of anyone from the past right now. I’d like a pow wow with some of my current personal leaders though. Jen Lee could coach me on how to get a journal project and a collection of audio essays ready for distribution. I’m really admiring her work lately. And Sharon Benton could keep advising me how to not squander my so called (cushy) life. Oh, and Leonie could teach me how to be less of an Eyeore and more of a goddess. That would be good!

Four more Q’s with their A’s coming up tomorrow….

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me at two. then i asked endless questions. now it’s your turn. ask me a question, i’ll tell you no lies.

Today is my birthday. I am 39 years old. One more year until the nice, round four-oh.

Thirty was a happy day for me. I was elated at 30. I threw myself an enormous party in which every one had to participate in a talent show. Ian read Beattle’s songs as droll British performance-art poetry. Karl wrote a comic ditty about me and sang while he played the piano. Neil put art up on an easle. Kami made her famous beef-stew-in-pumpkin. (And swore never to make it again after it sloshed all over the back of the pimp-mobile, which later spontaneously combusted on the front drive.)

I was emerging out of my post-partum depression, back into my pre-baby clothes, and happily on staff at a church that I loved. The decade looked promising.

The past few years have been harder than that blithe birthday would have lead me to believe. I’ve been sick most of this decade (chronic migraines); a huge idealogical shift has lead me away from the church and onto a more ancient-future faith that refuses to behave and is always giving me fits; and the home I thought I would grow old in is now occupied by renters while I learn how to live life abroad. It hasn’t been a terrible decade — far from it! But is has been more challenging, and more surprising that I ever could have imagined.

It makes me wonder what the next few years will be. Will my 40′s be as dramatically life altering as my 30′s? Will there be more children adopted by affection, and communities built and dismantled as the Universe dictates? Will there be books and columns, or will blogging remain my means of witness? Will I feel wiser in ten year’s time, or merely have more questions?

And speaking of questions, there is nothing I like better than being interviewed. I think this is charming, and I love what Leonie did here. If I could be interviewed full-time for a living I would be a very happy camper. So on this my birthday, I give you my lovely readers free reign. Ask me a question, any question, and I will tell you no lies. Because really, it’s my birthday, and I think today it’s okay for it to be all about me.

Thanks for celebrating with me!

With love from a very mild narcissist,

Rachelle

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