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This is migration to love, to God, to self.

metAMORphosis

Naturally, I met love in unnatural ways. A modern Columbus discovering her America. Finding love in the middle of a war; carrying an eternal fire through an ice age. Helios couldn’t withstand earth. An illusion of failure, he belonged in the sun after all. Then how could I withstand the moon and its tides?  It’s about reshaping, allowing the clay to mold to hands untouched. A lion in the middle of the desert. A willow in the middle of the Sahara. A flame in the middle of the Atlantic. A monarch flying in a storm. This isn’t a search for love; this is an excavation to find the buried. Stop loving the rain to love the skin that meets it, withstands it, is unchanged by it. This is metamorphosis, love, more amor.

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Ibeth

As a Michoacan native, I come with monarch blood. It is in my DNA to adapt, to grow, and change. My mind is a beautifully controlled storm. My heart is compass constantly looking for good in the world. My soul? It is God’s. Of the three, diving into the depths of my soul has been the hardest. I write for myself, for others, to God. Perfection does not come in my description but that only makes this a fun journey.

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