sometimes love is just
once in an open valley
and now I rise tall
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Libby Walkup
40-yr-old nonbinary, demisquared, neurodivergent personal essayist and poet. Go deep into your writing practice with me at THE(slow)POET for two weeks of free access to meditations on slow living, creative practice, and writing prompts.
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Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 4 days ago in Wander
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This has a beautiful feel to it! I love the line “once in an open valley”!