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Tarot Readings by Wendy: A Secret Path
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Tarot Readings by Wendy. Year at a Glance. Tuesday, October 1, 2013. We thought this was appropriate. when you read it, you'll understand :). Whatever happens to you, don't fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path. Will be there for you that no one knows. You. Can't see it yet but so many paradises are at the. End of this path.". Posted by Whispering Path. Labels: free tarot reading. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tarot Readings by Wendy. Subscribe to our Blog. End of an era.
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Notes on shape-shifting: Open letters, closed minds, yellow bellies, red herrings: The dying art of arts advocacy
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Stacia M. Fleegal: Poet, blogger, mama, tree-hugger, shape-shifter. Wednesday, October 30, 2013. Open letters, closed minds, yellow bellies, red herrings: The dying art of arts advocacy. Where indeed. Attacking poets who responsibly and. Intelligently advocate for our art is gatekeeping,. Pure and simple. It's also mean. Photo by Flickr user hunter.gatherer. I was going to just tweet about it and let it die: "Open letters are the bunnies of the written word- they just keep making more of themselves.".
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Rhiannon's Kairos: I never liked the color red,Things a mother should never say to her daughter
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The subtleties of life, poetry,photography,yoga, awareness in the present,perfect imperfection. Friday, June 3, 2011. I never liked the color red,Things a mother should never say to her daughter. Red is not my favorite color. I have told you this many times. Yet you buy me red clothes and make me wear red. As well as itchy stiff, poofy , crinolines, in the wet humid muggy heat of summer. You say you know me better, even than I know myself. Do you seriously mean what you just said? Let's not talk about it!
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Rhiannon's Kairos: June 2011
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The subtleties of life, poetry,photography,yoga, awareness in the present,perfect imperfection. Thursday, June 30, 2011. One of my favorite poems , on this warm summer day;. In sixth grade Mrs. Walker. Slapped the back of my head. And made me stand in the corner. For not knowing the difference. Between persimmon and precision. Persimmons. This is precision. Ripe ones are soft and brown-spotted. Sniff the bottoms. The sweet one. Will be fragrant. How to eat:. Put the knife away, lay down newspaper. Warm a...
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Rhiannon's Kairos: A scent of salt...our life
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The subtleties of life, poetry,photography,yoga, awareness in the present,perfect imperfection. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. A scent of salt.our life. Even that which we imagine witnesses all is but fleeting as well. Our Valley,by Phillip Levine. We don't see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August. When the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay. Of this valley, you could be walking through a fig orchard. When suddenly the wind cools and for a moment. You probably think I'm nuts saying the mountains.
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Rhiannon's Kairos: What we remember
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The subtleties of life, poetry,photography,yoga, awareness in the present,perfect imperfection. Thursday, June 30, 2011. One of my favorite poems , on this warm summer day;. In sixth grade Mrs. Walker. Slapped the back of my head. And made me stand in the corner. For not knowing the difference. Between persimmon and precision. Persimmons. This is precision. Ripe ones are soft and brown-spotted. Sniff the bottoms. The sweet one. Will be fragrant. How to eat:. Put the knife away, lay down newspaper. Warm a...
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ecstasy of the day
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Ecstasy of the day. Those numinous moments of awareness and introspection and elation that remind us of the exquisite, the poetic, the divine. Saturday, January 28, 2012. 1/27/12 The weight of a cat. I can't believe I've gone my whole life till now to relax and feel the weight of a cat on my lap. They drape like big bean-bags, settling in so the weight sinks on your thighs to the extent the cat's skin will permit.they sink and drape.is it luxuriantly? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books read in 2011.
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Notes on shape-shifting: It's my blog and I'll Pearl Jam if I want to: Underrated PJ songs for newbs/clueless/haters
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Stacia M. Fleegal: Poet, blogger, mama, tree-hugger, shape-shifter. Wednesday, September 4, 2013. It's my blog and I'll Pearl Jam if I want to: Underrated PJ songs for newbs/clueless/haters. Gonna see my friends! So I got Pearl Jam tickets for late October, and I haven't seen them since PJ20 two years ago last weekend, so it's an occasion. It's always an occasion, but this time, it's a blogging occasion. I'm taking someone to see them who has never seen them before. When I rock B-sides. Naaaaw.) all ...
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Notes on shape-shifting: 7 sexy moves to try on your poetry contest tonight! (is not the way to sell mags, I say in an open letter to Poets and Writers Magazine)
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Stacia M. Fleegal: Poet, blogger, mama, tree-hugger, shape-shifter. Wednesday, June 12, 2013. 7 sexy moves to try on your poetry contest tonight! Is not the way to sell mags, I say in an open letter to Poets and Writers Magazine). Here's another mag that promises to give you. What you really, really want. Photo by Flickr user Fonzie's cousin. I read Poets and Writer's. Magazine like many writers. I decided to click on a PW link promising "more efficient and effective" contest submissions. Could be the fo...
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ecstasy of the day: January 2011
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Ecstasy of the day. Those numinous moments of awareness and introspection and elation that remind us of the exquisite, the poetic, the divine. Thursday, January 27, 2011. 1/26/11 Finishing the poem. Monday, January 24, 2011. 1/25/11 A blind man, running. Saturday, January 22, 2011. What does it feel like- how do we spread things out in this line of divisions and counting? Is it a grid that we could draw on the field of snow? Is it the individual snowflakes, each a unique, feathered, crystalline moment?
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