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Valerie's Beauty: January 2009
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Saturday, January 24, 2009. What if. joy? What if we were exactly perfect the way we are? What if we could all just groove on our innate perfection, delight in how much bad TV we watch, laugh at our inconsistent behavior, rejoice in the messes we make. But what if we allowed for the idea that, along the way – no matter how fat, lazy, broke, dishonest, undisciplined we may be – we never cease to be magnificent. The movie Leaving Las Vegas. Was a sort of homage to that idea. What if . joy? It is an incredi...
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Valerie's Beauty: August 2008
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008. Joy: Yesterday, I shared with my mother the awe-inspiring sight of overlapping mighty gray and bright white cumulus clouds, against shining blue sky. Yesterday my mother lifted her blue-green-gray eyes and gasped at the sky and put her hand to her mouth, something she hasn't done in months. Then we smiled at each other completely. All our love is in this. How to explain what it is like to love someone when all context is gone? Does she think me her daughter? And who is she to me?
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Valerie's Beauty: Season's Greetings
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Friday, December 19, 2008. For Mary, and for You and Me too. Long journey. darkness. silence. doors slamming shut. You most exhausted with your massive weighty belly: no way out. Worn out, disgusted by the barn, unwashed animals,. Not even a small bowl of clean water or the tiniest lamp. Each of us has been here, wondered, why me? Wondered, why go on? Yet the waters break by themselves. Into the dark manger of our fears, our shame, our divine new life is born. Pain and past are washed clean, washed away,.
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Valerie's Beauty: Creativity
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. Today I wish simply to share this quote from Rainer Maria Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. This to me is the cycle of beauty. Were I to have a religion, this could be its credo. How thrilling to find it expressed so perfectly, over 100 years ago. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Let the beauty we love. Be what we do. There are hundreds of ways.
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Valerie's Beauty: October 2008
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Friday, October 17, 2008. Ps it’s the economy stupid. To clarify, the previous entry was in no way an attempt to prove that Obama is the better candidate. I know that economic policy choices will make an enormous difference in how the next administration affects our country. I also know that I don’t sufficiently understand our economy, or what it needs, to make a good determination along those lines. I am voting based on what I do know and understand. That’s the idea: everyone is voting that way. I’...
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Valerie's Beauty: November 2008
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. Today I wish simply to share this quote from Rainer Maria Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. This to me is the cycle of beauty. Were I to have a religion, this could be its credo. How thrilling to find it expressed so perfectly, over 100 years ago. Thursday, November 20, 2008. I’ve been spared so much by turning away from people who were mean. In a sen...What if...
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Valerie's Beauty: My Stroke of Insight by Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. My Stroke of Insight by Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor. Imagine if you reorganize how your mind processes information, releasing painful triggers and keeping only happy ones. For good. This is what Jill Bolte Taylor. A neuroanatomist, got to do. Well yes, at age 37 she had to suffer a massive debilitating stroke from which she took eight years to recover for the privilege, but she did get to do this. This is just one tidbit from Taylor's story, which is amazing both in terms of how wis...
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Valerie's Beauty: February 2009
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. Three Cups of Tea. Have you heard about this book. Maybe what’s flicked across your radar is the story of a man who failed to climb K2, instead found, in a tiny village on the edge of its glacier, sustenance so deep and nourishing that he promised to build the people a school, for their children whose classroom was a teacherless hillside, math done with sticks in soft earth. His vision is so powerful and effective, this book is now required reading for our State Department.
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Valerie's Beauty: March 2008
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008. Courage, I think. A good agent is like a parking spot, or a mate. I only need one. Now that I am looking again, I remember how much it feels like dating – so much getting ready, so many attractive people at the party, but when rejection comes it only takes a second to pop all the balloons. I need to remember that this process of seeking agency and publication will result in me being somewhere other than I am right now as I begin, somewhere I cannot predict, whatever the result.
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Valerie's Beauty: December 2008
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Friday, December 19, 2008. For Mary, and for You and Me too. Long journey. darkness. silence. doors slamming shut. You most exhausted with your massive weighty belly: no way out. Worn out, disgusted by the barn, unwashed animals,. Not even a small bowl of clean water or the tiniest lamp. Each of us has been here, wondered, why me? Wondered, why go on? Yet the waters break by themselves. Into the dark manger of our fears, our shame, our divine new life is born. Pain and past are washed clean, washed away,.
