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Helena

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joined on 10/17/05
last updated 10/21/08
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Reflections

What is this?
An image of me?
Or a shadow of you?

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The feeling is mutual

July 23, 2008
I don't know what I would do without you.
Probably, run around in small circles...
Your words settle on my center and spread out like warm butter.
Mmm, French toast.
You're the real maple syrup.
See you soon silly lady.
Keep the stache, it's very sophisticated.
*Hugs*
November 11, 2007
you are so beautiful dearest helena. when i think of you, i know again the calm stillness you teach by example, your inquisitive mind and your beautiful heart that accepts people exactly as they are. i feel so blessed to know you my sister.

you are in my heart and my mind.. i'll write soon when i get a chance.
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Miss Fish

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Musings and mysticism

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Do it now. Go.

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In the fish tank

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A note on love

>> "The secret to success is to always be in love," said educator and ex-army officer John H. Stanford. "Staying in love gives you the fire to ignite other people, to see inside other people, to have a greater desire to get things done than other people." Did Stanford mean that you should be forever infatuated with some irresistible human being? Or was he referring to a more all-purpose phenomenon, like being in love with life? I urge you to meditate with great diligence and exuberance on this matter, Taurus, because you are, in my astrological opinion, going through a phase when love is EVERYTHING. It's the question and the answer, the hammer and the nail, the dreamy necessity and the pragmatic mystery.

--R. B.

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Along for the ride

What a crazy, twisting journey this has become.
Moving through the Cosmos, I reel and pause, look around and find that I am in unfamiliar territory. How did I end up way out here, beyond the edge of the woods? I should be afraid, but I am lost in wonder instead. There below me is a great river, and I walk down to where the water meets the land. I find you there, on a raft crafted from some limbs tied together with twine. The moon shines brightly, illuminating the water that sips at your vessel. You call to me and I answer.
I begin to ease myself into the river, when suddenly great waves cascade down from the mountains, lifting you up and pushing you downstream. You grip the sides of the raft, and I know that you are scared. I run along the riverbank, so that you can see that you are not alone. The water swells to great heights and you manage to stay atop the crests, but barely.
I find myself faced with a choice. I have come to a large cliff, and I can either ascend and guide you from afar, or I can brave the waters and risk us both. I don't want to let you out of my sight, but I know that I have to have faith that I will see you on the other side. I climb over the cliff, scrambling to get a foot hold.
It is then, when I am alone, that I wonder what could have caused this great tidal wave to course down a river. I can see from atop my cliff that the river will soon reach the ocean, and that you will be crushed in the chaos when the tremendous waves of the ocean meet the wave on which you ride. With no time to ponder the cause of this anomaly, I rush down to meet you on the other side of the cliff. With all of the love I have in my heart, I reach out to you, and miraculously draw you near. It is perilous, and I very nearly lose you as the water tears your raft apart. You are pushed into my arms, there at the water's edge, and I pull you onto shore.
We collapse in a heap and watch the collision of the river and the ocean, violent and stunning.
I look up in the night's sky and find that there is a new constellation. It is shaped like an enormous sea turtle. At first I think that I am dreaming, but then you see it, too. And it begins to move, subtly, in that lackadaisical way that turtles have, as if they have all of the time in the world. It swims through the sky, moving upward as if to surface for some air. I understand now. It was the gravity of this cosmic turtle that caused the river to grow. We watch together as it blinks out of sight, disappearing into the night.

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Numbers are the windows to the soul?

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Numbers, redux

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What is in a name?

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On Gerlach, according to the stars

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fish, fish, fish

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Josephine

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Black-Eyed Dog