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Christina Lindvay

Christina Lindvay

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    • Spirit
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      • My Story
    • Education
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    • Poetry
    • Life
    • 8 Slides
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  • I don’t know, but I know this.
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  • The Lies Anxiety Told Me and the Truths I Believed
  • In Hard Times
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I’ve been struggling lately with feeling like a mother. But what I realized is nothing makes me feel more like a mother than when I say, “I am a mother.” Just like when I say, “I am a writer.” Or, “I am a dancer.” And on. I feel it most when I claim it. Nothing makes it more true than saying it. Than believing it.
This is the post I said I’d never make, but alas here we are. And because there are people whom I’ve met here who’ve had a great impact on me and I hold dearly--and there are those of you who, while we may not interact much, your presence is felt--it feels right to share this.
Maybe I should speak only for myself. I mean, this is what I’m doing. But really...maybe this is something you’re realizing, too. I used to think your values couldn’t change—that once declared and unearthed, they were pillars in the stone of your foundation.
I hug books that touch my heart. And this was no exception. The messages felt so timely. Our weekend snow filled me.
Planning is my middle name. And this beautiful one by @hemlockandoak has helped me start a beautiful process. And yes, it took me a hot minute to feel ready to use it cause it’s that damn beautiful. (I really just said beautiful three times and didn’t even realize it 😁☺️)
Bare, buried, berry.

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