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Waxing Elephant: Chasing After the Ukulele
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Monday, October 06, 2008. Chasing After the Ukulele. The converse is true, too. Of all the people in the park, I understand no one except those with which I am connected. They are all bassoons and I am walking with my violin. What I do know is, none of this can be captured. The best I can do is to be awake, to be paying attention, to strum the strings, to listen, to feel, and to respond; to enjoy the wind through my fingers and not try to catch it. Variations On A Theme. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Waxing Elephant: June 2008
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008. I've Been Wanting to Tell This One. Several years ago, I found a rat drowned in Katie’s water bucket. Through a series of events, Katie (an Australian shepherd) had inherited a detached two-car garage, the cars had been evicted, and a colony of rats had moved in with Katie to share in her dog food and the bird seed we kept around. Huh Freak accident number two. When I was done, I cried for a long time. So did Katie. 8220;You havin’ a garage sale? 8221; he asked. 8221; He walked in...
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Waxing Elephant: October 2008
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Monday, October 06, 2008. Chasing After the Ukulele. The converse is true, too. Of all the people in the park, I understand no one except those with which I am connected. They are all bassoons and I am walking with my violin. What I do know is, none of this can be captured. The best I can do is to be awake, to be paying attention, to strum the strings, to listen, to feel, and to respond; to enjoy the wind through my fingers and not try to catch it. A Semester of Psychology in 76 Words. I hope you enjoy t...
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The Forest and the Trees: December 2006
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The Forest and the Trees. Friday, December 15, 2006. A New Pet Peeve. This morning, as I stirred squashed grapes, water, and flour together until they congealed into a gooey paste, I felt an eerie kinship to Dr. Frankenstein. After all, wasn’t I combining several organic elements in the attempt to create something even slightly more alive? 8220;Don’t open the refrigerator door! Anyone want to guess at my New Year’s Resolution? Thursday, December 14, 2006. Tuesday, December 12, 2006. 8220;This is the ocea...
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Variations On A Theme: April 2013
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Variations On A Theme. Tuesday, April 02, 2013. Gift from Tatiana: Nikiforos Vrettakos. The local public library does not have his books, so I just ordered a book of his selected poetry, Thirty Years in the Rain,. Used from Amazon.com. Thank you Tatiana! A smaller world (from Diary, translated by Rick M. Newton). I seek a shore where I can fence in. A patch of the horizon with. Trees or reeds. Where, gathering infinity,. I can have the sense that: there are no machines. Or very few; there are no soldiers.
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Love Actually | Elaine Haley ~ Words on Waking
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On Nov 30, 2011 in Poetry. I carefully opened the letter you wrote me. The one in which you enclosed your still beating heart. And the silver dagger. Upon which you had painstakingly inscribed,. No expectations, no pressure. I turn the blade over in my hand and feel the raw power. Of a weapon intended only for killing. And with a curious finger, touch the carbon sharpness. A splash of crimson appears on the pure white of your epistle. Right beside the words you wrote in French. Which, if memory serves me.
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All things natural | Elaine Haley ~ Words on Waking
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On Nov 25, 2010 in All things natural. 8220;I think it’s gonna blow off over toward the river, my grandfather states with quiet authority. No Dad, the wind is blowing directly this way. says one of the sons, but then a sharp look from his father and a loud whale from the dark recesses behind him reminds him how this game is played. The voice quickly recalculates,. Daddy, I ask, knowing the answer from other times, Why did you have to put on your good clothes? 8220;Well, if we died and they found our bodi...
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The Flame | Elaine Haley ~ Words on Waking
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On Apr 21, 2012 in Spirit. We now discover that our mind reading skills were abysmal and our best interest would have been better served by being forthright rather than honorable. Do you recall that psychological experiment in trust that where one person was required to fall backward and let the other catch them? Most of the stuff that we broke on our way to each other will heal and some will end up stronger than before. Those things that cannot be mended were always beyond our control anyway.
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Waxing Elephant: August 2007
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Monday, August 20, 2007. A Bit Much, Really. 8220;What are we here for? 8221; It was not an existential question. It’s an odd business, the repair and handling of people’s bodies, but then so is the business of building people’s capacity to think, function in society, and lead full lives in which I engage daily with my students. Considering the types of examinations I will inevitably have to undergo, do I want a man or a woman to perform those examinations? Becoming a Literacy Leader. I told him my suspi...
