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the in between: 01-Nov-2012
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A letter to a friend:. Tonight the sky was every shade of watermelon. It was a sunny cloudless day today. Blowing the smell of eucalyptus about. I wished there was some bottle brush or wattle to pick. To bring some nature into my immediate su. I was reminded of that day. When we walked the same path. Splitting the atom, and talking nonsense. Marvelling at how beautiful the trees are. And how amazing large. Inquiring about their age. And how wise they must be. Vibrant puffs of pink and red from the trees.
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the in between: 09-Sep-2014
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I have never had short hair before. That identity belonged to someone else. Someone else to whom I was inextricably linked yet completely opposite to. But not the same. She had short hair, a bob. And I had long waves. One day I found myself a little tired of this sense of always. So I cut those long waves off. With the scissors from the kitchen drawer. Afterward it occurred to me that I had always been a somewhat passive decision maker. I didn't ever necessarily want to have long hair. With whom, how, wh...
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the in between: 19-Sep-2014
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Trying with all my might to disseminate the tension in my being. Should I always expect that something should go wrong? To prevent moments that leave me entirely overcome with frustration? I sit watching the wings flash high above the clouds,. Still soaking in the daylight,. When down below the night has already fallen. I should be there already! I take a deep breath. I try to ignore the turbulence inside. And then wonder if it best ignored or whether to process it is a better idea? The reason is gold.
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the in between: 25-Jun-2012
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A week a day. Can you remind me? Sorry what was your name again? How is your sister? Oh my apologies, I must be confusing you with someone else. What are you doing this weekend? Sorry what do you do again? Oh sorry that's right,. We were talking about this the other day. A conversation like this,. Is happening with a frequency that it should not. Trying to pack so much in that it's impossible to focus on the details,. And commit them to memory. I know it's a first world problem,. And did the tears flow!
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the in between: 10-Feb-2012
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Advice to people at the beginning of their careers:. Do not imagine that you have to know everything before you can do anything. My own best work was done when I was ignorant. Grab every opportunity to take responsibility and do things for which you are unqualified.'. Was the message I found. Sent to me by one of my dearest friends who I met years ago when we were allocated a shoebox to share in student housing. From all accounts, a situation that ends up in extreme feelings of either love or hate. It is...
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the in between: 14-Jan-2012
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And so it begins,. And only with a dream,. That one day, some day. It all will be material. The eyes will open,. And find that there's no comparison left. That there is no reason to measure. And that soul may be full. That the shore of certainty is finally underfoot. There is but always a but. And the universe smiles. That for a life to have value it has to be worth keeping. The soul may be full. But not exempt from evaporation. It is not to ask why. But what comes after full? If not for this, imagine us!
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the in between: 09-Mar-2012
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It was my birthday. I was lucky to experience one of those moments that you know you will remember forever. So exuberant that when I think back now my heart wants to warm it's tired hands around it. Truly a most magical birthday gift from the universe. It's nice to be reminded from time to time that despite what they say, there is only one reason that we are here. For life, love and joy. That when it all boils down,. Why do we need all the mess,. The stuff that they tell us we need to be happy. The duali...
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the in between: the box.
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It's like a pair of shoes that looks fabulous,. But feels like hell. They call it a killer heel for a reason. When 'fabulous' is completely cancelled out by the torture of wearing them. For the system of being. I want to feel the grass between my toes! To make tangible all that exists inside my mind! I have tried a few times. To do this thing. Always with a safety net. And now that I think longer,. It was fear,. Of what entirely is not so certain). Blockading the part of me that says. YOU CAN DO IT!
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the in between: 15-Jan-2012
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I have been thinking about this idea. I would like my dreams to be bursting their seams. To be overflowing with energy! A place of great excitement! It would appear that i have found a new mission! To reach the ideal and discover what comes next. Perhaps the overflow is what happens beyond the point of what is imaginable. From the current perspective that is. What would it be like? Bouncing off the dream to get there. By indulging the etceteras,. To use them as building blocks. In anticipation of the new.
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the in between: the you-tree.
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A letter to a friend:. Tonight the sky was every shade of watermelon. It was a sunny cloudless day today. Blowing the smell of eucalyptus about. I wished there was some bottle brush or wattle to pick. To bring some nature into my immediate su. I was reminded of that day. When we walked the same path. Splitting the atom, and talking nonsense. Marvelling at how beautiful the trees are. And how amazing large. Inquiring about their age. And how wise they must be. Vibrant puffs of pink and red from the trees.
