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SteFana

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joined on 01/26/04
last updated 09/04/09
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April 25, 2007
This spirited tree sprite is one of the kindest and most lovingly energetic creatures that i have ever met...the first time i was blessed enough to share the dance floor with her...aside from being enchanted and energized by her smile...was danced into the ground..(she was totally sober and lets just say that i had NO excuses for not having the energy to keep going!!) This goddess is a stealthy one and if she didn't have great people telling her how great she is then she probably would not even know!!! SO HUMBLE IT HURTS!!! Beautiful, inspiring, shining, living, loving, and creating!!!

luv luv luv E

p.s. who's with me?
February 15, 2006
Stefana is the greatest.
I love her with all my heart and soul.
She can be the sweetest, kindest
and gentlest woman you could ever know.
As well as being so beautiful,
she is super super intelligent. Her abilities
to learn new skills, languages, concepts,
etc. is beyond human. She is a fairy too,
a sprite. Just so much energy and excitement
swirls through her and she approaches
everything in life with this enthusiasm
and playfulness. She also keeps evolving
and improving and working on who she
is from the inside out. Everytime I see her
she's become more amazing. I haven't
even touched on all her talent as a journalist,
documentarian and a writer.
She's not stopping there either,
she's got a million ideas and visions
that I have no doubt she'll make manifest in
the near future. Anyone who has met her
is touched by her sparkle and glow. I am
forever thankful for having had the pleasure
and good fortune to have intimately shared in her spirit.
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Word Castles



For whom tolls the bell?
It has been ages
and we never listened,
never obeyed it.
Did anyone tell us
it was wrong to believe
in our own truth?
To gallop through space
without the fear that karma
is coming?
We are the children
born in the garden
before there was garden.
I must have eaten the apple.
You must have whipped your horse
and left.

And since then

Since then,
I must be wandering.
Since then,
I travel and roam
and crawl if I have to,
alwa... read more
Sat, March 21, 2009 - 10:40 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
October's excerpts

Suddenly, fall. Before the summer has closed the door fully, it has snuck in, and settled down in the weak, intangible sun of October, glowing elusively from a hazy sky. In California seasons just merge with one another; the landscape barely changes. But by the Mediterranean Sea, the arrival of fall is tangible, real, like it hasn’t been in a long time. It makes me abruptly aware of the cycles of life, my own and that of moons, tides, birds, and soil. It confronts me wi... read more
Mon, December 8, 2008 - 3:53 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
The life of cities sometimes is infinitely puzzling to me: how could we have ever wanted to create the landscape we have built for ourselves? Enormous, chaotic, widespread monsters with bodies of glass, metal, and concrete, always growing, always guzzling more fuel to fill their bottomless bellies and roaring with a million engine throats. It is hard to make sense of cities, rising helter-skelter amidst bolding hills and poisoned river valleys, piercing earth’s body like nothing has before. H... read more
Mon, November 3, 2008 - 10:19 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
Not too big so it doesn't exceed 50 pounds. Flying it over the ocean today. Beginning from scratch.

Scratch what is?

Freedom. To imagine a new self. Rewrite who I am. Then live it.

The future? Nothing ever happened to me in the future.

So freedom. Now.
Mon, July 7, 2008 - 7:55 AM permalink - 3 comments
 
This leaving, this walking away from the mother. Leaving her behind, knowing she will hurt more than she can bear. Letting her get smaller and smaller with the growing distance.
She tries to let my hand go. She cannot. She comes back closer to hold me one last time. Then all the grief comes out, all that she has contained for too long, she can no longer hold. She has to cry, shiver, even moan because her child, again, is going away, her only daughter.
“So far,” she says, “how could you c... read more
Sat, May 17, 2008 - 10:51 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
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