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In My Own Ink: July 2013

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Sunday, July 28, 2013. Today I attended a "Red Book" workshop led by Nina Ross. To learn about Jung's concept and to begin to create a "red book" of my own. Jung recorded his dreams, in word and image. He encouraged his patients to "Put it all down, as beautifully as you can.". During the class, I recorded this recurring dream that had first appeared when I was a child. Tuesday, July 9, 2013. Large Moon Over Seal Beach. Reeling in no one.

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In My Own Ink: May 2013

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Friday, May 10, 2013. Picking up the Pieces. So, too, my life continues to emerge from the pieces (some fragments and shards, some well-spun threads) into a coherence I could not have predicted, even a few months ago. Here are some of the pieces:. A new job that employs my skills in writing, editing, teaching.and encourages entrepreneurial endeavors. Workplace projects that engage my "two brains". And satisfy my intellectual curiosity.

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In My Own Ink: January 2013

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Thursday, January 24, 2013. Forbidden Fruit Jam" Apron. Albuquerque artist, Shari Adkisson, has launched her second annual Womyn's Work Apron Project in honor of International Women's Month (March). Shari made an apron to illustrate my "Forbidden Fruit Jam.". Shari Adkisson's artistic apron vision of Andi's poem, "Forbidden Fruit Jam". The poem itself concludes by book, When East Was North. Sunday’s sermon title. As I drive past,. I hav...

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In My Own Ink: My Red Book

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Sunday, July 28, 2013. Today I attended a "Red Book" workshop led by Nina Ross. To learn about Jung's concept and to begin to create a "red book" of my own. Jung recorded his dreams, in word and image. He encouraged his patients to "Put it all down, as beautifully as you can.". During the class, I recorded this recurring dream that had first appeared when I was a child. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In My Own Ink. Andrea M. Pe...

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In My Own Ink: December 2013

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Monday, December 30, 2013. Las Cien Velas: 100 Candles. Las Cien Velas: One Hundred Candles. In January 1996 I was in Denver, Colorado for a grand party. The invitation called it the Celebration of a Century- my paternal grandmother's one hundredth birthday celebration. Her nieces and nephews invited the whole family- cousins, grandchildren, great grandchildren, aunts and uncles- and all her friends to celebrate the event. Ten months af...

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In My Own Ink: April 2013

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Sunday, April 21, 2013. If My Heart Were Planted. My heart is like a flower bulb. Dormant, dry, but bold. Waiting to be planted. When the air turns cold. Before the ground has frozen. Beneath winter’s ice and snow. Soil will envelope me. As I’m buried in a row. All winter I will lie. Forgotten but alive—. Warm and safe and growing. In darkness, deep inside. My roots absorb the nutrients. While wrapped in earth’s cocoon,. Years later, fr...

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In My Own Ink: Headed North: A Poem

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In My Own Ink. Writing the moments through prose and poetry musings. Sunday, October 5, 2014. Headed North: A Poem. In the dark, in the rain. Paralleling the city's backbone. Listening to Prudy's CD. The one he signed for my 55th birthday―. I’m a worried wonder. I worry ‘round in circles―. His lyrics lulling me into a state of grace. That place where life fractures. Like a broken femur. And it's still okay. And lightning chooses that. To flash inside the clouds. Silhouetting ​jagged blackness. There was ...

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March 27, 2014. So it’s been a long time, but I’m writing again). In group tonight the kids,. And I’ll let you know that when I say kids. I don’t mean kids as if these individuals don’t know a thing. I mean it as they know and feel the same or similar as you do. As I do, as adults do. The trials and tribulations of life, love, stress, and set backs. These kids they feel like numbers too. They got cards with numbers. Wondering how to pay for shit with numbers. Just another set of numbers. I like to dream.