Poem. From Nectar of pain.

The sacred walk to healing is never walked alone. All of my Mamas emotions stored inside me. Now duly respected. And affectionately expressed. Washes away and leaves just the glowing thread of our mingling, now visible and evident. What a glorious awaking. Who needs coffee.

It was all geography’s.

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psychecafe

I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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