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this is where the scenery fades
the fabric falls away
the adornments drop, unclasped
the paint runs down the sink

this is where real life
drowns out the music,
upstages the acting,
thunders over the applause

this is where the pretending stops
where the lighting 
dares you to get comfortable
and the kidgloves come off

 yet this place is a safe place
for revealing scars
for smoothing calluses
and mending hearts and fences

this house 
is your home
this life
is your castle
 dwell in it richly

 Rene ~ 2010
Wishes for a happy and safe New Year to you all!
Thank you  always, for reading and sending me such lovely words of encouragement
you keep me going :)
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  1. Brian MillerDecember 25, 2012 at 12:36 PM

    smiles...richly indeed....when the pretending stops, the living begins...hope you have a great holiday and a happy new year rene...

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    1. UnknownDecember 25, 2012 at 12:40 PM

      The same to you, Brian! Thanks for mentoring me this year :)

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  2. MarianDecember 25, 2012 at 5:11 PM

    yes, good to let it fall away and just be. merry christmas, Rene! xo

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  3. AnonymousDecember 26, 2012 at 12:12 AM

    Indeed. I love this:

    "where the lighting
    dares you to get comfortable"

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  4. PearlDecember 26, 2012 at 10:53 AM

    I feel at home with this.

    We should go to your fridge and see if you have any of that wine left...

    Pearl

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    1. UnknownDecember 27, 2012 at 7:57 AM

      I do believe there may be some behind the milk

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  5. ayalaDecember 29, 2012 at 8:20 AM

    Great poem. Happy New Year !

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