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Lemurian Landscapes: August 2002
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Sunday, August 25. Hot summery nights in the Christmas holidays. When Nana came to stay. She was a moody woman too. And we were all insensed when she called our city. A village, just to be superior. But the cards would always come out. And we three, two sisters and one brother together. Had all learned the various arts. That was the last time.
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Lemurian Landscapes: February 2002
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Thursday, February 21. Here I was, water echoing through the trees, growing louder as I drew nearer. It was still beckoning me on and I proceeded until suddenly, I found Jane! I guess she knew me better than I thought! It was strange, but we didn't speak. I just continued to follow her. Posted by Heather Blakey @ 10:18 AM. Before we knew it we'd be...
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Lemurian Landscapes: September 2002
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Monday, September 23. Is an extended piece that Jane Tilton. Wrote for the Lemurian Forum. I let my imagined self free as Heather suggested, to go wherever it chose, and was so surprised to find myself on "The Oak Lined Street", as a 'spiritual recreational therapist'. ( Talk about melodramatic! THE HOUSE ON THE OAK LINED STREET. Geraldine opened h...
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Lemurian Landscapes: November 2002
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Friday, November 8. Alone In The Wood - A Writing Exercise for Lemurians. Robert Louis Stevenson, from 'An Autumn Effect' Essays of Travel, 1905. I walk along the dirt track, crunching on scented leaves and pine-needles. My feet stumble over tree-roots, looking left then right, eyes straining for the presence of another creature. It's too quiet, an...
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Lemurian Landscapes: April 2003
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Monday, April 28. Fear of The Nothing. The silence is more than I can bear,. Drifting, cut lose from time and space,. Drifting, ungrounded and sinking into nothing. Swallowed up by Oblivion. There is pounding, pounding inside my head,. My body shudders, wracked by the cold,. Within and without, wracked by the cold,. I am no longer in control. Yet u...
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Lemurian Landscapes: October 2002
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Thursday, October 31. I came early in the morning. To walk by the river. I came to walk thinking. That you might be waiting. Here, beneath the oak tree. I came alone thinking. That you might be dreaming. Or time for the planting. I've left you this message. And hope you will find it. Of the poem that we shared. Fran. Do you know I never left you?
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Lemurian Landscapes: May 2002
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This blog houses some of the mental images collected in the early days, when some of us at Soul Food first travelled to Lemuria's shores and trod on her land. Wednesday, May 8. Words gathered in the Lemurian fishing baskets. To sit an dream. For it will soon be spring. And I may see. The poplars on the hill. Burst their green blossoms. A puff of dragon breath. And view the sea. My mind is blank,. Great thoughts elude me. I treasure the void. No words for a book. Just like the salmon. They will not hook.
