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Sentiments: September 2008
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Wednesday, September 10, 2008. We have this thing at our house called a Buddha Board. It's pretty cool, really. Here's how it works: Take the paintbrush, dip it in water and paint a picture on the board. The board magically turns black with the water. But don't get too attached- as the water on the board dries, the painted image disappears! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Sentiments: I think we're alone now...
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Sunday, January 10, 2010. I think we're alone now. We don't like talking about this feeling- or others like it. We think of it as negative, something to be avoided, something shameful. How, with deep and meaningful relationships, can one feel stark loneliness? Something is happening to us as human beings that can’t be explained by surface events or by the psychologi...
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Sentiments: ideas?
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Sunday, February 28, 2010. 12609 (a working draft.this needs revision, and i need ideas for it.). We were surprisingly pure white. Like the whiskers of a man. Grown old overnight by. Some old dark magic. Though we’d spent years in. Trying to make sense out. Of the smoke and ashes. Though we’d walked miles in. Carving circles of regret. In the unwilling dirt. Even I achiev...
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Sentiments: January 2009
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Saturday, January 31, 2009. La luz del sol. Waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup." - Damien Rice. Though the sun had passed the horizon and was then lighting a new morning around the globe as I entered from the east, I somehow drove into that gentle sunbeam, where no matter what, I know that I truly love living in Aberdeen. Monday, January 26, 2009.
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Sentiments: July 2009
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Monday, July 13, 2009. She walks through Earth's whiskers along a clumsy path as if she's wandering. Almost drifting, she browses the trees, swaying conveniently with the wind. The tall rough grasses bow out of her way, and she thanks them with her light step. From January 1, 2009). Friday, July 03, 2009. By the way," she said, "did you take out the trash today? They play...
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Sentiments: September 2009
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Saturday, September 19, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Muse Von Marte. El Nahual- my school in Xela. Following Fair Trade: Dan, Ki, Arlene, Coleen and friends. Just Behind the Forehead. Notes from Xela- Chris's blog. View my complete profile.
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Sentiments: December 2008
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Saturday, December 27, 2008. I've been thinking a lot recently about 2008 and all it has been. Wow. Personally, financially, politically, etc.it's been an interesting 361 days so far.woah! It doesn't cost me anything to maintain them.no one can steal them from me.and thanks to imagination, I can go back to those moments whenever I please! Wednesday, December 10, 2008.
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Sentiments: Weathered. (summer fiction draft)
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Monday, January 18, 2010. Weathered. (summer fiction draft). It's not really a secret on any night but tonight. I come here just to be. My belly presses against the cool concrete ledge that exfoliates my elbows. I can't decide if I'm comfortable, but my coffee is a warm blanket and the passing storm a cool breeze. While it has taken me awhile to realize, I know I've been ...
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Confessions of a Language Addict
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Confessions of a Language Addict. Confessions in August 2011. Updated August 30, 2011. Http:/ confessionsofalanguageaddict.wordpress.com/. With the posts dwindling as my enthusiasm for typing them in HTML wore down, I've moved this blog to WordPress. The archives will stay here, but for now, new entries will be at the WordPress site. Hope to see you there. August 30, 2010 - Good Strategy/Bad Strategy. Recently, I started reading Rumelt's Good Strategy/Bad Strategy. I've sometimes said that language learn...
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Sentiments: October 2008
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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down. Sunday, October 12, 2008. I think I wrote this sometime in December 2007. In the still violence of winter-. In the deafening night, find me. In the clouds of chaos-. In the madness of your mind, find me. In the hands of my enemies-. In the shelter of the prison, find me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Muse Von Marte. El Nahual- my school in Xela. Just Behind the Forehead.
