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greensing: 09.2006
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Nineteenth-century American astronomer Maria Mitchell once said,. 8220;We have a hunger of the mind, which asks for knowledge of all around us, and the more we gain, the more is our desire; the more we see, the more we are capable of seeing.”. There is such beauty in learning. That said, I don't want to write this frigging paper about a chapter in my Wagner book. I mean, really. Here's what I vote my response should be:. Not to mention a delight.). Get your tickets here, folks. I'm in the opera. Great wo...
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greensing: 03.2007
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Ice can be nice. Remember that damned wintery mix i spoke of so harshly only yesterday? Well, it actually turned out to be a semi-fortuitous, near-death experience. instead of going to nyc, we stayed in and had a dinner/game/slumber party. a winter mixer, if you will. we stayed inside and marvelled at how forcefully the snow-ice-rain was pelting the windows. 1 i discovered that my new computer has a free trial of jeopardy on it. 2 i danced all around the livingroom to a lawrence welk album. 5 i like wine.
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greensing: 08.2007
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A light low in the East,. As I lie there,. It shows but does not move,. A light, a light as a thought,. The forest world is waking,. A thousand leaves are beginning to gleam. Later on, as I rise,. It shows through the tree,. And lights the dark grey rock,. And something in the mind,. And brings the quiet day. And tomorrow, tomorrow,. The light as a thought,. Forgotten comes again, again,. And with it ever,. And with it ever,. The hope of the New Day. Sweet piece for voice, violin and piano]. Does anyone ...
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greensing: thoughts and updates.
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Today i am a pensive woman. The falling leaves outside the window taunt me as i sit, shackled to the circulation desk. fall has arrived. it would be the perfect day to put on a cozy sweater and walk hand-in-hand through downtown. Princeton. it is remarkabl. E how this job has robbed me of many simple pleasures in my life, for instance, walking outside on a saturday. how novel. Looking at me through kaleidoscopic lenses. hopefully i'. Seeing this show helped me gain some perspective. it's. Seeing this sho...
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Dirty Laundry - Jessamyr's Reel
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Alright- so I'm back in PA. I'm working uber-hard at becoming a therapist (like. a colossal amount of time is being given to this project, so it's a good thing that I really believe in it). Living at the rents (death? It's like. yeah- sometimes, I'm having a really horrible, very bad day. But- there is beauty everywhere- and these people, they inspire me. I know that this isn't a new idea- but, it's nice to be reminded. I want to go on an adventure soon-any suggestions? Actually, you know what?
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Graceful Peaceful German Fisher
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Graceful Peaceful German Fisher. Cleveland Heights, Ohio. Waiting for the next pot of coffee. Hate : The Service Industry. My music : I'm on Fire, by Bruce Springsteen. My books : The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova. College friend, blond, North Carolina. College friend, same birthday. College friend, same name. College friend, Spanish double major. College friend, Otter, fellow procrastinator. Boyfriend's senior year roomate who now lives above me. College Theatre Type, Consummate Teacher. The grandfath...
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Graceful Peaceful German Fisher
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Graceful Peaceful German Fisher. Cleveland Heights, Ohio. Waiting for the next pot of coffee. Hate : The Service Industry. My music : I'm on Fire, by Bruce Springsteen. My books : The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova. College friend, blond, North Carolina. College friend, same birthday. College friend, same name. College friend, Spanish double major. College friend, Otter, fellow procrastinator. Boyfriend's senior year roomate who now lives above me. College Theatre Type, Consummate Teacher. I just tabbed...
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reading is sexy: August 2011
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Thursday, August 18, 2011. The promise of new life. In the curve of my hip. The soft of my skin. My wrath cools you out. Or gently falls like snow. Until you are covered in cold. Yours is like the summer storm. As it is strong. For when it is over. Your earth is more tender. For a harvest within me. You'll plant the seed. And I'll hold it till spring. When Winter meets Summer. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Smithy of the Written Word. Caleb and Emily Winter. Say what you need to say. View my complete profile.
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reading is sexy: September 2010
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Monday, September 20, 2010. Is this gripping anyone? I'm looking at the green against the windows and fixing the curtains back on their hooks in my mind. There is paint peeling off the wall and patterns in the floor. And there is you. Looking at your shoes, your shirt, your lips and eyes- oh quick! Look away again to the curtains before anyone sees or I force a smile to break unbidden from your countenance. Thud of my heart. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Smithy of the Written Word. Caleb and Emily Winter.
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reading is sexy: February 2010
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Thursday, February 11, 2010. When I am here. It's not just my thoughts that are elsewhere,. Even when I am not aware that they are far away;. The rest of me is continually in flux. Present and somewhere else. I am not me anymore. Because part of me is missing. I want it back but. You can never go back. I've left it somewhere I hold in my heart. But if you've left your heart somewhere. I cannot go on like this. And the worst of it is. I'm not even sure it's for you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
