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At home with Ana: Motherhood
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At home with Ana. Thursday, June 27, 2013. On the top of a lightening struck tree. Half of the next. I suppose some days. I saw one of her babies. But not the other. My last thought before bed was. I'm tired of my life feeling so broken. She cries in the middle of the night. I don't know how to help. I imagine a blanket of compassion. Wrapped around her wings. I thought we'd all be gone in the night. But we're still here. How does a Mother Osprey know. When her work is done? When does she know?
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At home with Ana: May 2011
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At home with Ana. Tuesday, May 24, 2011. May 2011 - Fire. Replica of her theater. She could see shadow. But not make out Puppet Master. She admired the strings. The emotion in movement. Creating life in inanimate. Expression on the expressionless. Mood on the moodless. The sweeping play of shadows. The motion of creation. She couldn't hear the words. She watched him draw up the red ribbons. Do a scene with a blue boat. Two travelling companions on board. Then the Sun and the Moon came. As the Sun curtsied.
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At home with Ana: September 2011 / Pools
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At home with Ana. Monday, September 12, 2011. September 2011 / Pools. I trust that your writing.". Soft space behind eyelids. The words won't let me.". While she sat looking him in the eyes. Pooling around her fingertips. Soft space behind eyelids. Ana and the Kais. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ana and the Kais. I am just another you. View my complete profile. September 2011 / Pools. September 2011 / Watch. September 2011 /Your Welcome. September 2011 / Our. September 2011 / Pacing.
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At home with Ana: June 2013
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At home with Ana. Thursday, June 27, 2013. Wrapped in a blanket. Chortelling to her two. Responding to each breeze. It's all I can do. It's all I can be. To hear their feet fall. In the morning grass. She chooses high ground. She shows me the way. It's all I can do. It's all I can be. Ana and the Kais. On the top of a lightening struck tree. Half of the next. I suppose some days. I saw one of her babies. But not the other. My last thought before bed was. I'm tired of my life feeling so broken.
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At home with Ana: July 2011
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At home with Ana. Tuesday, July 26, 2011. July 2011 - Truth. A tree in your backyard has died.". Ana and the Kais. July 2011 - Listen. Your not listening.". She whispered in my ear. Your not listening.". I have to go outside. Sun through long needles. Hoping to take root. All of this Ana,. For this moment.". Two damselflies forming a heart. I can't breathe today.". Let go of this one. Alright, I hear you.". Ana and the Kais. Sunday, July 17, 2011. July 2011 - December. She watched him closely.
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At home with Ana: September 2011 / Pacing
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At home with Ana. Monday, September 12, 2011. September 2011 / Pacing. Where had she gone? He'd never been in her theater. He didn't even think that was possible. He remembered what it was like when she was there. He wondered what it would take to bring her back. Ana and the Kais. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ana and the Kais. I am just another you. View my complete profile. September 2011 / Pools. September 2011 / Watch. September 2011 /Your Welcome. September 2011 / Our. September 2011 / Pacing.
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At home with Ana: August 2011
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At home with Ana. Monday, August 29, 2011. August 2011 / Auditions. Staring up at the ceiling. Sitting in a row. He looked around for her. She sat on the stage. Back to the audience. Wearing a giant flower costume. Petals spilling over the edge of the stage. Into the Orchestra Pit. She was singing a lullaby softly. To the plank floor. His balance went one way. He went the other. Walking in front of the others. Knocking knees as he passed. Where did these others come from. Why were they here. Placing it i...
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At home with Ana: November 2010
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At home with Ana. Sunday, November 28, 2010. November 2010 - Transcend. She came across a boy. Sitting by the path. Under a Stone Pine Tree. She could see a constellation. Shining inside his chest. The meadow behind him. She sat down beside him. Is that Cassiopeia,. Is that a tree growing from your chest? She liked the shape of his eyes. What are you doing here? I hold and arrange all the lost treasures". I keep an eye on them". My father did this before me.". I like to hold them. In my palm.". I thought...
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At home with Ana: December 2010
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At home with Ana. Thursday, December 30, 2010. December 2010 - Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, right there dear reader. She cleared her throat. Are you aware that a gypsy. Has taken up camp. Behind my left eye? She dances with bells. On her ankles and wrists. Late into the night. I suspect she's channelling. It's getting quite big! Big enough that when I'm standing. It pulls me forward.". So, she's just there? It's a lot to explain. To my friends.". Yes, but they are YOUR friends.". My thought is we keep listening.
