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Waking Up in Portland: Forgiveness
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Saturday, March 20, 2010. Friday morning, that white noise gave birth to Forgiveness. I have met Forgiveness before. I often refuse to listen to Forgiveness. It’s too hard. Forgiveness asks me to do this especially.
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Waking Up in Portland: December 2007
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Monday, December 31, 2007. Time for a brief self-analysis. I started this job because a friend needed help, and, coincidentally, I needed a job. It seemed like the perfect fit. Have available. The best product, period.
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Waking Up in Portland: March 2010
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Saturday, March 20, 2010. Friday morning, that white noise gave birth to Forgiveness. I have met Forgiveness before. I often refuse to listen to Forgiveness. It’s too hard. Forgiveness asks me to do this especially.
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Waking Up in Portland: January 2008
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Thursday, January 31, 2008. The Lama, however, did. At a group meditation one day, he asked for someone to explain it to him. Not a new question, and yet, it was one that no one answered for the Lama. There is a God.
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Waking Up in Portland: February 2008
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Sunday, February 17, 2008. I’m not sure how you people do it. After over eighteen years of being a stay-at-home mother, the transition to working mother is humbling! I know that I will get it figured out. I tried exchang...
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Waking Up in Portland: Good to Remember
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Sunday, February 7, 2010. Help me to remember. I am only light. For one brief moment,. Good to remember when making decisions. Good to remember all the time. February 7, 2010 at 4:20 PM. February 8, 2010 at 7:05 AM.
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Waking Up in Portland: August 2008
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Sunday, August 31, 2008. When I Dare To Be Powerful. I’ve been floundering. Desperately trying to figure out what it is that I am supposed to be doing. I thought, perhaps, prayer would help. So I’ve been praying. Apparen...
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Waking Up in Portland: Time to Change
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Monday, February 15, 2010. 8220;Be the change you want to see in the world.” - Mahatma Gandhi. Yet, when I think about living this, it seems too overwhelming. Where do I start? What cause do I pick? Where do I start?
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Waking Up in Portland: January 2010
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Sunday, January 31, 2010. 8220;You can tell a man by his hands.”. My mother’s words knock against the edges of my consciousness. I commit his hands to memory, and I notice hands. And I measure hands. I divorced that man.
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Waking Up in Portland: February 2010
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Waking Up in Portland. Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough. Sunday, February 21, 2010. I was called to the hospital to respond to a report of a sexual assault. Except for the narrative about the actual sex act. The man said it was consensual. The woman said it was rape. Hot call ...
