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thomaStollar archives: Daydream

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012. There I was, up on that sunset. As the atmosphere curled over the horizon so did I. Those oranges and pinks are my heart,. Those blues, and shifting grays my mind. I expand exponentially, limitless, uncontained. The opacity of clouds that hold onto the colors of the dying day slide through me,. I shrink back down to earth, my feet now feel the ground, but my eyes stay up in that space,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Last but not least.

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thomaStollar archives: shake it off

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Monday, March 12, 2012. Today was the day for sure. People were out and about, I could feel happiness on the air as we all shook off the cobwebs of winter. You have to love a good spring soul cleaning. On my ride to school something really funny, and a bit embarrassing happened. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am pretty happy most days, and do not mind too much when I am sad, which makes me happy. View my complete profile. Last but not least. Twas the night before. N Y by Lambros. Give a Little Bit.

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thomaStollar archives: twas the night before...

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Twas the night before. Tomorrow the fever ends. I am excited to start sleeping more. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am pretty happy most days, and do not mind too much when I am sad, which makes me happy. View my complete profile. Last but not least. Twas the night before. N Y by Lambros. A new day at midnight. Where to go from here. Another on the pile. Kevin Z. = meaning to me. The purpose of no purpose. Give a Little Bit. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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thomaStollar archives: into night

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Thursday, March 8, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am pretty happy most days, and do not mind too much when I am sad, which makes me happy. View my complete profile. Last but not least. Twas the night before. N Y by Lambros. A new day at midnight. Where to go from here. Another on the pile. Kevin Z. = meaning to me. The purpose of no purpose. Give a Little Bit. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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thomaStollar archives: Happiness 9

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Monday, March 12, 2012. After reading over my student's meaning papers I was both surprised in some cases, and inspired. Most spoke to the importance of others, happiness, enjoyment and a few gave praise to ol' Jesus. Here are a few samples that strayed from the pack. Mary Beth = "If we spend our whole lives looking for ourselves we miss out on living.". Sophia = (in terms of heaven) "I can't get into that, its like living to die.". Bart = "All in a hurry to nowhere." "All too fast to care.".

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Big Trouble in little china: Stone Forest 12/07/09

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Big Trouble in little china. This blog is a journal of my adventures during my stay in China. Here I am in Shanghai. ( thats me in the blue ) Enjoy. Thursday, December 10, 2009. Day 2 in Xi'an finds us visiting a place called the Stone Forest. The stone forest contains hundreds of these huge slabs of marble and stone with ancient texts, poems, and other writings carved into them. The stones were used to preserve important texts, whereas paper might be burnt, or disintegrate. The Great Mosque 12/09/09.

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thomaStollar archives: N Y by Lambros

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Sunday, March 11, 2012. N Y by Lambros. Here is a poem by my friend Lambros. I like it so much because it points so clearly to how our world view changes everything. I wonder how a history book could possibly be true. Life has a different edge from my point of view. I love to look at people riding in the train. So many people and they all have a name. Plus a story that I just became part of,. They'll never recall it or think of it as love. I look at them all and acknowledge a few. View my complete profile.

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thomaStollar archives: Spring

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Thursday, March 15, 2012. I just cannot help myself in trying to somehow share and explain such overwhelming experiences. What kind of gold can compare to the scents of spring? Their perfumes so intoxicating, so liberating. Who would trade such experiences for mere trinkets? To be intoxicated by smells into the reality of memories and dreams,. Who I ask would trade the freshness of air, and clearness of mind? And so Spring begins to show its wonders - and we cannot help but be persuaded by such riches.

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thomaStollar archives: Time

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Monday, March 19, 2012. I gathered beauty all around me today,. Like a drug my days are beginning to revolve around such experiences. I long to sit and see, to notice. All those little drips, and drops. Tonight they put me to sleep. I will receive the ancient messages in my dreams. Tomorrow I shall trade the secrets I have learned. I am in love with nature. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am pretty happy most days, and do not mind too much when I am sad, which makes me happy. Last but not least.

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thomaStollar archives: Done and Done

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012. I finished getting everything ready for the show today about an hour before the opening. I am glad it is over. I really put a lot of work into this, and it was nice to see my efforts completed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am pretty happy most days, and do not mind too much when I am sad, which makes me happy. View my complete profile. Last but not least. Twas the night before. N Y by Lambros. A new day at midnight. Where to go from here. Another on the pile.