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Writing It Down: November 2012
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A collection of ideas and thoughts. Wednesday, November 7, 2012. I’m writing and I’m living in Spain,. And I’m saying things like,. I am so happy, and. Me voy al sobre. And me voy a tomar una siesta. I’m riding my bicycle in Spain. And it’s raining and it’s cold,. And I’m saying this is crazy. I can’t believe I bike everywhere in the rain. I don’t have fenders on my bicycle. The thighs of my jeans are soaked,. I can see the water coming off my tires. And spinning splashes at me. I put the lens on.
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Writing It Down: May 2009
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A collection of ideas and thoughts. Sunday, May 24, 2009. Where Have All the Words Gone? Where have all the words gone? I ask myself. Like crickets, have they hidden from the racket? Or like cockroaches scittering away from the light. It has been over a year since I have written in here last, and I wonder- Why? I've heard in other countries the typical question to ask an old friend one hasn't seen in awhile is what they had for lunch. This cuts through the small talk and right down to what is real...
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Jason & Sara: April 2010
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Sunday, April 18, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). We have been happily married since May 20, 2006. We are busy with our careers but also like to make time for fun with family, friends and ourselves. We moved into our new home on October 17, 2008 and welcomed our first born child on June 17, 2009 - Maddux John Gerving! View my complete profile. Copy and Paste This Code:. Sunset from our front porch. Caribbean Dinner Party 2-28-09. They act like they don't like each other. Gabe's Birthday - January 5th.
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Scoria Roads: For Hadley and Hem
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There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." — Zora Neale Hurston. Wednesday, September 16, 2009. For Hadley and Hem. Take-off is smooth into the autumn morning. A soft darkness circles the plane as it pushes through the clouds. Friendly voices fill the cabin from every direction. They blend with the hum of the engines, which sound like muffled television static after sign-off. The rows are three wide separated by a center aisle. 8217;t that what we all wish in life? Hadley, they are not y...
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Scoria Roads: Night Run
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There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." — Zora Neale Hurston. Thursday, April 15, 2010. While you were watching tv, reading, tucked in. I was breathing midnight air. Legs stretch out ahead. Sinful soul pounds pavement. Hopes, dreams, lazy lies of the day. Escape my mind like. Stars moving behind clouds. Streets abandoned but for the delivery driver,. The hooded figure walking a dog,. I hear my breath, my footsteps, my now quiet conscience. Two miles becomes four. Where you'll find me.
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Scoria Roads: Life everywhere is life
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There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." — Zora Neale Hurston. Sunday, March 21, 2010. Life everywhere is life. Cottonwood leaves emerge from melting snow,. Elm leaves, meditative pools of water,. Sky rife with geese barking for home. Have you seen the shapes of those leaves? Perfect scattered puzzle pieces,. The river moves south, suspicious brow. Raised, water churning rippled with natures sparklers. Branched arteries interrupt blue sky. So soon to change. Do we ever sing this way,.
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Scoria Roads: Kerouac, coffee and the original scroll
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There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." — Zora Neale Hurston. Tuesday, May 25, 2010. Kerouac, coffee and the original scroll. The earth expanding right hand and left hand,. The picture alive, every part in its best light,. The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,. The cheerful voice of the public road—the gay fresh sentiment of the road. Song of the Open Road/Walt Whitman. Rush of wind like water. Fresh from east window. Soft light, budding trees.
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Jason & Sara: July 2010
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Friday, July 9, 2010. Well hello everyone.after a LONG break from blogging, I have decided to return to it. I even skipped right over Maddux's first birthday! However, I have posted some of his "formal" one-year photos from Sears. I'm still in shock that he is already over one year old and that he looks like a little boy already. There is almost NO baby about him anymore! Of course most of the "ups" in our lives revolve around our little man! Jay has done some work with landscaping around the house and g...
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Writing It Down: España
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A collection of ideas and thoughts. Friday, September 14, 2012. Hay sonidos de español en todos los lugares. Las sonidos son Dulces por las orejas. Y mis orejas se comen las palabras. Como se tienen un apetite grandísimo. En los nublados la lluvia tiene agua mas rico. Las sillas son españolas, y las sabanas. 191;Pero quien soy yo? Siento como un americano despedido. Despedido en un mundo de las nublados. Que cantan canciones de la noche. Son frio cuando tienes calor,. Y caliente cuando tienes frio.
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Writing It Down: The Running... Part 3
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A collection of ideas and thoughts. Wednesday, March 26, 2008. The Running. Part 3. After the half marathon the miles started to increase. Beau came over to our house around midnight. Sitting in the kitchen we exchanged smiles delaying the inevitable. I laced up my new Asics, threw on my winter hat, running gloves, a North Face fleece with a light-weight jacket over the top. I took in a deep breath. “Ready? Beau started laughing. “We’re nuts.”. 8221; I always needed to set up small checkpoints. 8220;Well...
