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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Monday, February 10, 2014. The snow is melting and has become a sea of slush. I tiptoe and slosh and try to maintain balance. What had frozen rigid has melted in a flash and flooded everything. We weren't prepared, aren't prepared. My feet slop through the muck on the streets. Everything is slick and soft and yielding. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: August 2015

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Saturday, August 8, 2015. Last week I glimpsed through the narrow crack between two large metal doors on the third floor of the Museum— the Museum:. Capitalized, as was our custom—and saw emptiness. The place that once was the resource center is now an empty room, only the streams of light coming in the angled windows, the quiet. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: September 2014

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Wednesday, September 24, 2014. Once, I wanted to trace the flight patterns of birds on paper, macro and micro—30 seconds, a lifetime. I made them up in short bursts of thread, of ink, tracing their way across paper. Do their movements across the sky, the continents follow those same patterns of tributaries, bark, the veins of a leaf, the veins beneath my own skin? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From cell t...

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Wednesday, September 24, 2014. Once, I wanted to trace the flight patterns of birds on paper, macro and micro—30 seconds, a lifetime. I made them up in short bursts of thread, of ink, tracing their way across paper. Do their movements across the sky, the continents follow those same patterns of tributaries, bark, the veins of a leaf, the veins beneath my own skin? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: March 2013

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Saturday, March 9, 2013. Five minutes to five. A subtle lilt of judgement or dismissiveness in her undertone. Alright, then I'll have a pale ale. He says, and shudders a little when she tells him it'll be four dollars. He digs through his pocket, hands her a bill, and carefully refolds the change with trembling hands and tucks it back in his pocket. I ask when his wife died. January twenty-second. From ...

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Poetry Challenge 78 | Mattie's Pillow

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Linking writers, artists, dancers, gardeners, horse lovers, and the psyche. Laquo; The View from Mattie’s Pillow. The View from Mattie’s Pillow. Being Mrs. Patmore. For now, write about something you do that requires skill, that brings pleasure in the doing, and that you share with others. Be sure to include the sense of taste. Post this as a comment and I’ll add it to this post. This entry was posted on January 4, 2013 at 11:35 am and is filed under Poetry Challenge. Feed You can leave a response. Good ...

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: February 2014

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Monday, February 17, 2014. Monday, February 10, 2014. The snow is melting and has become a sea of slush. I tiptoe and slosh and try to maintain balance. What had frozen rigid has melted in a flash and flooded everything. We weren't prepared, aren't prepared. My feet slop through the muck on the streets. Everything is slick and soft and yielding. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Now drinks wine and honey mixed.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Thursday, October 2, 2014. I packed for rain: sweaters and books, a bag of dry lentils for making soup, cinnamon-infused brandy for hot toddies, slippers, movies. and every day the sun has burned through, the sky bright and blue. October, and I found myself lying on a sheet on the beach, skin bared to the sun, napping, reading, eating potato chips, drinking beer. Metaphor for all that is my life. Part o...

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Monday, February 17, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The title of this blog is borrowed from the following Rumi poem:. Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round. In another form. The child weaned from mother's milk. Now drinks wine and honey mixed. God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,. From cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flower bed. As roses, up from ground.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: October 2014

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Thursday, October 2, 2014. I packed for rain: sweaters and books, a bag of dry lentils for making soup, cinnamon-infused brandy for hot toddies, slippers, movies. and every day the sun has burned through, the sky bright and blue. October, and I found myself lying on a sheet on the beach, skin bared to the sun, napping, reading, eating potato chips, drinking beer. Metaphor for all that is my life. Part o...