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Resurrecting the Ordinary – sandhill crane
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When the cleaning is done, sometimes a moment of complete calm descends where the sacred and the mundane mingle for a few hours. This is not always so, but last evening it was, and, after a nice long skype chat with a musician friend, I found myself happily writing late into the night at a clean table. The Lord walks among the pots,. As Saint Theresa of Avila wrote in. The Book of Foundations. Saint Theresa was encouraging those who found themselves drawn to contemplation and. Says of her grandmother, &#...
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The City (1): Salsa Pasado – sandhill crane
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The City (1): Salsa Pasado. Ny street with moon by georgia okeeffe. City night by georgia o’keeffe. It has been awhile since I’ve posted anything on my blog, hasn’t it? Let’s see. What have I been up to? It made me realize how much I miss the latin tones in American culture. Les Fleurs du Mal. Was referenced often, and I thought of you and Emily. Berlin, Paris, and New York were three of the big cities contemplated. And there were these two O’Keeffe’s paintings:. New York Street with Moon. O’Keeffe...
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Automatic Write: Our Korea – sandhill crane
https://mdwstpwr.wordpress.com/2013/03/08/automatic-write-our-korea
Automatic Write: Our Korea. This post has not much to do with Korea. Well, not really. I’m mean, you’ll see. In a hostel in London a few years ago, I was having breakfast. There were the Americans doing Europe. There were immigrants looking for work, like the Italian who’d bunked in my room the night before and said he was looking for restaurant work. The woman who’d slept above me was from Belgium and had finished a tour in Thailand or the Far East. She preferred traveling alone. Automatic Write: A Dream.
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About – sandhill crane
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These are texts. Context: le Nord. 2 thoughts on “ About. Are you sure you’re not in southern California? O OO OOOOO Now you Know I’m Ready (to read this blog). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Das Lichten Des Jungen C.
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Automatic Write: Around Us – sandhill crane
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Automatic Write: Around Us. You lurk around us, street urchin. You and yours a hand, filthy, albeit, extend. A bicycle is propped against the cement wall of the highway. Gypsies build lean-to’s on flat and inclined earth near the overpass. They’re illegal and without papers: a problem. We know how to sterilize problems. Their fires burn at night. Cars pass near the story-telling smoke. Traffickers trafficked by traffickers traffic you, urchin. You’re whole. You make a home. Of this tide pool.
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Automatic Write: Acknowledgment – sandhill crane
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I want to acknowledge my aunt Linda, a woman who has built her home in the west. This post is about acknowledging her. Her amazing life. The careful architecture of her life impresses and encourages. Linda is the youngest of seven children. My dad is the oldest. There are 18 years between the two children. Linda was 4 when my parents got married. Linda was not exactly expected, but what a treasure! Was there too much emphasis placed on sports? What made me think to write about Linda today? Notify me of n...
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Automatic Write: Inspiration – sandhill crane
https://mdwstpwr.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/automatic-write-inspiration
Factory at night, canal du roubaix. There is nothing quite like the thrill of inspiration. Tonight a friend and I discussed writing a zine which will be called. My friend and I want to involve other women in the project. Are you a woman? Do you want to write for us? We started to think of women we know who are in transit. Just talking about the zine made us realize that we know a lot of super cool, amazing women (and men). But it was the acrobat. I once read an article in. Automatic Write: Around Us.
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Automatic Write: A Dream – sandhill crane
https://mdwstpwr.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/automatic-write-a-dream
Automatic Write: A Dream. March is Women’s Month! En thinking a little bit about what being a woman means to me and how I might honor my womanity this month. What are you going to do? You’re in for a treat! Within weeks of meeting this woman, the dream came back to me on my walk to work. Through childhood, my head had been detached from my body in a dream. Just a dream. Not real. Not at all. Dreams aren’t real? The City (1): Salsa Pasado. Automatic Write: Our Korea →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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sandhill crane – Page 2 – a post-literate playground
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I want to acknowledge my aunt Linda, a woman who has built her home in the west. This post is about acknowledging her. Her amazing life. The careful architecture of her life impresses and encourages. Linda is the youngest of seven children. My dad is the oldest. There are 18 years between the two children. Linda was 4 when my parents got married. Linda was not exactly expected, but what a treasure! Was there too much emphasis placed on sports? What made me think to write about Linda today? Each table had...
