April 9, 2007ok, now that i know her a little bit more, everything i said before is completely true and i am completely in lust., m'k?
September 28, 2006Yay hugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thank you thank you!
I really needed that today!!!!!
It was heaven sent!
(am I sounding cryptic? he he.....)
kisses, my love!!!!
August 24, 2006i know almost nothing about her
but i do know that she is gentle
and that is more than enough to know that the world is a better place with her in it.
August 22, 2006Must I beg for some attention here????
When are ya coming home and
when can I get some
I'm going to start holding my breath soon...
(can I entice you with some yummy grill cheese sammiches and some chatty company?)
Hail the Whale saver!!!!
November 21, 2005I love Artemisss from her sharp (ouch) mind down to her shiny leather boots. Spending time with her is a delight: talking, dancing, experience art or music. I'm frequently hypnotized by her beauty. I feel so lucky that she's taken me as her friend.
i thank You God for most this amazing
If there is righteousness in the heart,
“For God’s sake: Retreat! Retreat! How many times do I have to tell you???”Sat, June 20, 2009 - 11:01 PM permalink - 3 comments
Fifteen miles out of Ucross, Wyoming, the signal was loud and clear. The first time I tried to use my cell phone at the residency, however, the reception had gone into its own kind of retreat, not to re-emerge for several days despite the maniacal ravings I hurled at the AT+T customer service rep. Although the signal did eventually and inexplicably return, it remained weak and inconsistent for the next four we... read more
There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.
He breathed its oxygen,
Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table.
It reminded him how he had needed
A place to go to in his own direction,
How he had recomposed the pines,
Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds,
For the outlook that would be right,
Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion:
The exact rock where his inexactness
Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged,
Where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea,
Recognize his unique and solitary home.
You are not connected to Artemissswant to grow your network?
Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,