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Following You

no man an island marvia davidsonI’ve taken on another ecourse. Seriously, I may need an intervention, but I digress. I love learning. I love growing. I love deepening my thoughts and ideas about various curiosities. However, I can’t do that in a bubble. There is precious value found in living in community. It heightens, sharpens, and enhances much of what we do as individuals.

Living purposely in community is life affirming. Sure there are bumps, bruises, and soul contusions, but if we are honest about wanting to fully be all we’re made to be, then I think it (authenticity) really blossoms in community.

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The Beginning {Or Why I’m Here}

no stopping marvia davidsonI am a writer.  I write.  I’ve enjoyed writing for at least half my life.  However, the majority of that writing was in journals of various sorts.  I started by first blog in 2009 with a different name.  Then I started another one, because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to write about and take a shine to.  I began my third blog, The Human Impulse, that same year.  This one is a much more natural feel.  It’s about the impulse within each of us beating softly, refusing to be silent, reminding us who we really are.

So why am I writing all this to you, and myself, now? Because I am in the process of writing a manifesto.  I’m laying down the bones of a dream burning like fire in my heart.  It won’t let me go, so I’m giving it breath and space to live now.  I do not wish to take these words with me to the grave.   I wish to cast them far and wide.  They may not be for all, but somewhere they will catch, and do what they’re intended to do.
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Acceptance

remember marvia davidson
 It shines bright here now.
The ground was barren for so long.
My feet forgot the memory of soft
grass welcoming soft, fleshy
bodies in its embrace.
I’m waking up now.
I’m waking up now.

Leaves cease to taste so brittle and bitter.
Their shade is now my reverie, a reprieve.
A canopy of light dawns, piercing the shadowy broken.
How have I lived this way so long, without the sun?
Lonely is a lonely place.
I’m waking up now.
I’m waking up now.

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Writer Words

acceptance marvia davidsonWords. Splatters of phrases mixed with heart, healing, emotion, fire, pain, solace, and the Divine. Words.

They matter. I love words. I’ve been writing since I was a teenager. I think I began my first journal somewhere around the age of 15. To be honest, I wrote songs first. I could hear soaring melodies and dissonant harmonies in my head. Words joined themselves together like arms linking one to another. Continue reading Writer Words

The Beauty of Now

beauty now marvia davidsonI love the writing community, Story Sessions!  Women are taking up their brave on a daily basis, owning the beauty of brokenness, and sharing the story – healing words spilling from their souls.  These words are beautiful.  I met Jamie through Story Sessions and as a part of Story 201.  She has been a shoulder of calm and confidence.  She has inspired me to keep pressing in to the business of finishing out my memoir.

I know you will be encouraged by her poetic words on pressing in to the Beauty of Now.  And please take a listen to her lovely, musical rendition.

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