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last updated 02/03/09
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Fragments
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Fragments. That’s how things feel lately. A piece here, a sliver there. Nothing fitting together in a way I can yet see. Though I had a dream of a guitar made by an artisan. She had lined the long neck with pieces of a shattered mirror. As it lean...
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Be, Witch
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It started as a rainy chilly day, me feeling a bit trapped inside. Is always hard for me to make the transition from being outside every day to having to be inside when gets colder. I put on some music, Patty Griffin, and lit some candles, red can...
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Roots
(blog entry)
I have been for quite some time now in the process of letting go of my home and finding a new one. I had such a great plan a couple years ago of finding a new place that was not such a big city atmosphere, downscaling, starting a new life. I start...
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Birthdays, deathdays
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My birthday was last week. Approaching it, I did not feel a sense of celebration this year, but rather a hope that it may mark the beginning of the end of a cycle of I’ve been in–a cycle of deaths and letting go.
What is birth and what is death g...
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Mimosa magic and Lightning Bug blessings
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“God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What is God must be one of those smells that beguile and inebriate the mind, who like a fine drunken horse of water the heart n...
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Fragments. That’s how things feel lately. A piece here, a sliver there. Nothing fitting together in a way I can yet see. Though I had a dream of a guitar made by an artisan. She had lined the long neck with pieces of a shattered mirror. As it leans against a mantlepiece topped by another mirror, I can see myself in it, thinking “this makes a full length mirror—I’ve never had one of those.”... Read on at www.sensuousbroom.com
It started as a rainy chilly day, me feeling a bit trapped inside. Is always hard for me to make the transition from being outside every day to having to be inside when gets colder. I put on some music, Patty Griffin, and lit some candles, red candles for warmth. And wrote of how long it had been since I had felt juice fully flowing in me. I watched the reflection of red candle-lit glass reflect in dragon’s crystal ball,and wondered why, though I could see the magic of it, I couldn’t feel it....
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I have been for quite some time now in the process of letting go of my home and finding a new one. I had such a great plan a couple years ago of finding a new place that was not such a big city atmosphere, downscaling, starting a new life. I started looking and had a hard time finding a place that felt right. Then lots of things intervened, like my health, and a recession and housing market collapse. And things haven’t gone according to that great plan. ...Read on at www.sensuousbroom.com
My birthday was last week. Approaching it, I did not feel a sense of celebration this year, but rather a hope that it may mark the beginning of the end of a cycle of I’ve been in–a cycle of deaths and letting go.
What is birth and what is death gets mixed up or intermingled in this cycle it seems. And as it goes on and on, i at times feel it will never end–but I think that is actually part of the cycle too. I was having a dark day and talking to a friend of mine. She has been such a great he...
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“God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What is God must be one of those smells that beguile and inebriate the mind, who like a fine drunken horse of water the heart now rides, galloping wild in every direction like a river…” ( Martin Prechtel , Long Life Honey in the Heart.”
A squirrel led me to an uplift in spirits this week. I was feeling really down, as i sat writing in my journal, when I noticed him on top...
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