Seeker of Mysteries - Poet - Animal Lover - Wisdom Keeper 🌿
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The other day, I came across one of my write-ups about my first “official “ hospice dog. I took her in right before Christmas several years ago.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Petlife
The Sun is out, It burns my face, and my freckles turn Golden. I was born in the Summer and await each Solar return — the renewal of life;
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets
When I get quiet and tap into the well of peace, everything is as it should be — Blossoming with a fragrance so divine that it takes my breath away.
I have always been a mother — for many lifetimes. Give me a kid, and I know what to do. It comes naturally. I remember, and I love to nurture.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Families
I disappear and forget - Who I am, Who I was, Who I will be Obsession and Longing Purple Emerald Juice drips from the Garden of Eve
Freedom—I cannot count the times I have heard it, talked about it, discussed it, fought for it, yelled about it, and defended it—or so I thought.
It was my first time in India! Feeling jet-lagged after a long, trans-continental flight, I was tired, nervous, and excited.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Wander
How do I pour my heart out to you? How do I share my deepest secrets? When I am crying out my Longing to Be Seen Heard
“Who is this?” He did not recognize my voice when I called him in the hospital. “It’s me, I wanted to see how you are doing,”
When I was little, I played this Game, I walked to school and imagined that Nothing was Real. Or Was It? I Imagined that the Concrete of the Streets was Liquid,
The Spirits Kiss me Awake, When it is Silent and the Skies are Dark. I can Taste the Nectar, The Inspiration Unicorns gather, the Fragrance of Amethyst and Ferns
When I become quiet inside, I ask questions - Why am I here? What is my purpose? What is breathing me? The answers don’t come from my mind
