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holiday: January 2010

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I think that it's brainless to assume, that making changes to your window's view, will give a new perspective." {Death Cab for Cutie}. When you were standing over there it looked like you had horns growing out of your head! I guess I was just musing at how often we distort things because of our perspective, because of how or where we happen, or choose, to be sitting. I wonder at how much we consider, label or believe reprehensibly. Obviously way out of my league. I was over at my friend Christa. And we w...

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holiday: September 2010

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And so the juncture of cold comes. Until it's here to stay. In a kind of liquid trinity. The tide of seasons. Lapping at the weeks. Of which we know. We could feel in our sleep. Or hear in our dreams;. And we begin to think. That it has always been this way,. The way of the seasons;. Of rain on the roof,. Of clefts in the earth. Given us from the. Of the joy of winter,. And the revival of our. Souls in the hope. The question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me." {Ayn Rand}. Why shou...

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holiday: And He said, "Let there be light."

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And He said, "Let there be light.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I do not think I should care to go on worshiping a Madonna even if she did wink. One cannot make much out of a wink. We want something more. Than that from the object of our adoration. I was born to catch dragons in their dens, and pick flowers, to tell tales and laugh away the morning, to drift and dream like a lazy stream; and walk barefoot across sunshine days. I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.

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holiday: October 2010

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And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? It was cold yesterday, and now again today. When I take a deep breath and exhale the warm air from my lungs and thermal interior, it slithers out between my lips and turns into a suspended flag of vapor. On wintry mornings the great wizardly Oak trees must blink their eyes and peel back their bark and yawn; and from them, and from the dark recesses of the. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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holiday: April 2011

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At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled. After a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink. A long time. It tastes. Like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold. Into my body, waking the bones. I hear them. Deep inside me, whispering. Oh what is that beautiful thing. And He said, "Let there be light.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I do not think I should care to go on worshiping a Madonna even if she did wink. One cannot make much out of a wink. We want something more. View my complete profile.

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holiday: October 2009

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Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in your mercy, a little more time. Love for the earth and love for you are having such a long conversation in my heart. By Mary Oliver, emphasis added}. The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,. The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit. Endle...

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holiday: December 2009

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Last week I had the privilege of celebrating another birthday. I remember my mother telling me when I was very young, that every time someone has a birthday, it means that they have twirled and spun around the sun another whole year. I thought it was beautiful mythology at first, a fairytale, something my dear mom made up to make things more special. And then came the day I understood and learned that it really was. But, it is real and true and I've spun around the sun for 24 years now. I was born to cat...

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holiday: May 2012

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If any lonely soul happens upon this blog: I have now moved here. For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I do not think I should care to go on worshiping a Madonna even if she did wink. One cannot make much out of a wink. We want something more. Than that from the object of our adoration. I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way. View my complete profile.

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At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled. After a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink. A long time. It tastes. Like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold. Into my body, waking the bones. I hear them. Deep inside me, whispering. Oh what is that beautiful thing. May 20, 2011 at 1:54 PM. Its been too long. Keep posting! July 28, 2011 at 3:04 PM. Most depressing blog ever. WRITE! October 14, 2011 at 12:41 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Than that from the object of our adoration.

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holiday: January 2011

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With a grimace I close my door and drive to work early. Vehicle after vehicle pull out from their driveways, with turn signals flickering. We merge onto the freeway joining this rapid accumulation, a moving parade; a tired, solemn parade. And then, one by one we are exiled, as we migrate to our exits, our cities, our streets. All this going is characteristic of us. It is constant, essential, habitual. It is. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Than that from the object of our adoration. View my complete profile.