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Like a Moth to a Flame: November 2009
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Like a Moth to a Flame. Little Red Spider Hood. Photograph by Michelle Lennon. Yet none completely hide me from me. Placed on a board. Saturday, November 7, 2009. Photograph by Jay Winer. Well, it wasn't the move I expected - What ever truly turns out as you expect? Oh I suppose some things are exactly what you expect. But expectations now that is another thing. Anyway. Out of Connecticut - into Manhattan and always keeping an open mind for the next adventure. Or maybe just the next cup of coffee. I've l...
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Like a Moth to a Flame: May 2010
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Like a Moth to a Flame. Little Red Spider Hood. Photograph by Michelle Lennon. Yet none completely hide me from me. Placed on a board. Thursday, May 13, 2010. Peonies in back yard are starting to open. as hearts that are closed eventually with warmth and care will do as well. eventually. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Surround Me" by Chris Sotiri. Surround Me" by Chris Sotiri. More of his music can be found. Http:/ www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm? Wash away this life, put it all behind. How do you live?
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Like a Moth to a Flame: Dancing within the light....
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Like a Moth to a Flame. Little Red Spider Hood. Photograph by Michelle Lennon. Yet none completely hide me from me. Placed on a board. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. Dancing within the light. Dancing within the light. What it was like to dance within the light. There can be no shadow. If there were no light. And I danced within it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Surround Me" by Chris Sotiri. Surround Me" by Chris Sotiri. More of his music can be found. Wash away this life, put it all behind. We don't get t...
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Like a Moth to a Flame: October 2009
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Like a Moth to a Flame. Little Red Spider Hood. Photograph by Michelle Lennon. Yet none completely hide me from me. Placed on a board. Sunday, October 18, 2009. How do you see yourself? Not long ago I ran across this old picture of me and realized that this is how I see myself in my minds eye. It is always a bit of surprise to realize how little I look like that in reality. A friend, Don Rudnickas wrote a song that captures it perfectly. Over to the right is a little button that you can click and hear it.
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Like a Moth to a Flame: March 2010
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Like a Moth to a Flame. Little Red Spider Hood. Photograph by Michelle Lennon. Yet none completely hide me from me. Placed on a board. Monday, March 29, 2010. Stiletto heels strike an assured cadence. A last single step. Screams spinning a downward symphony . Wednesday, March 17, 2010. I have no choice. Left with no voice. No where to go. Saturday, March 13, 2010. This is the first five of the Ten of us. Meaning I am one of ten kids. lots of sibs! I have been having such a blast because they are all post...
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Like a Moth to a Flame: Shed The Shame by Don Rudnickas...
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Like a Moth to a Flame. Little Red Spider Hood. Photograph by Michelle Lennon. Yet none completely hide me from me. Placed on a board. Monday, July 11, 2011. Shed The Shame by Don Rudnickas. Love this song. Haven't we all been strangers somewhere taking some comfort that our past is an empty slate and with those you meet you are free to be who you are now, not what you may have been or what those in your past expect you to be. Shed the Shame. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Surround Me, Surround Me.
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BoggyWoggy's Cache: Whenever there is bleach involved...
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A Gal from Oklahoma Who Now Hangs Out in Oregon. and actually finds the meaning of life in small, hidden treasures. Whenever there is bleach involved. And I'm not doing laundry, my clothing gets ruined. Here's an example: today, while cleaning out the tube in one of my Camelback Packs, I was cautious. Yet, after walking away from the project, there is definitely a whited-out line of ridiculousness along the lower edge of my black tank top. August 7, 2010 at 2:51 PM. August 8, 2010 at 8:12 AM. Cocca hotel...
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BoggyWoggy's Cache: Options for a Professional Educator...
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A Gal from Oklahoma Who Now Hangs Out in Oregon. and actually finds the meaning of life in small, hidden treasures. Options for a Professional Educator. When a 5-year old runs from you when recess is over;. 1 Keep yelling his name. 2 Hunt him down like a wild oxen. 3 Pay other children 25 cents to chase and tackle him. 4 Ignore him, closing the door and pretending you don't notice he's gone. 5 Yell out, "There's a kidnapper on the loose in the neighborhood. Good luck with using the 'safety yell! Most of ...
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BoggyWoggy's Cache: If, Freakin', Only!
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A Gal from Oklahoma Who Now Hangs Out in Oregon. and actually finds the meaning of life in small, hidden treasures. If, Freakin', Only! Laying back is so much better. I wasted too many years stressed out. I still occasionally waste some time on it, but if only. I found your blog because you used the term freakin within your url address. A link to If, Freakin, Only! Is now posted to www.FreakinUniverse.com - Portal to All That Is. Freakin. Thank you for contributing content to the Freakin Network. I'm a w...
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BoggyWoggy's Cache: October 2010
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A Gal from Oklahoma Who Now Hangs Out in Oregon. and actually finds the meaning of life in small, hidden treasures. When I was a kid, around 10 years old, I was a member of a Girl Scout Troop.the Tarheels.in Greensboro, N.C. One weekend, we were going on an extended bike ride together, after doing an entire unit of study on bike safety. When I got home, no one was there and all of the doors and windows were locked. I was wet and cold and miserable. Fall, Beavers, and Homework. They are both gone, now....
