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about me
I follow Plato only with my mind.
Pure beauty strikes me as a little thin,
A little cold, however beautiful.
I am in love with what is mixed, impure,
doubtful and dark and hard to disencumber.
I want a beauty I must dig for, search for.
Pure beauty is beginning and not end.
Begin with sun and drop from sun to cloud,
From cloud to tree, from tree to earth itself,
And deeper yet down to the earth-dark root.
I am in love with what resists my loving,
With what I have to labor to make live.
By Robert Francis
Plant wisdom
(blog entry)
As much as I like the color green, it's clear I do not have a "green thumb." Unfortunately my gardening mother didn't pass that down to me in her genetic donation. Maybe I only need a few lessons and a good dose of fertilizer, but it seems the onl...
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Saying goodbye: little deaths on the road to growing up
(blog entry)
Eliya, one of my 3-year-old twins came to me just now with tears streaming down her cheeks. She had tried to put on her favorite princess sparkle shoes, the ones she likes to prance around the house in because they click on the floor like lady sho...
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Lions: befriending the wild nature
(blog entry)
Lions, such graceful, powerful and wild creatures. In my days and weeks of preparation for my Spirit Quest, they started showing up in my dreamtime. I don't often dream of animals, in fact I can't remember the last time I saw an animal in my dream...
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Impossible Darkness
(blog entry)
By Kim Rosen
In Impossible Darkness
Do you know how
The caterpillar
Turns?
Do you remember
What happens
Inside a cocoon?
You liquefy.
There in the thick black
Of your self-spun womb,
Void as the moon before waxing,
You me...
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The wilds
(blog entry)
I went exploring today, taking advantage of the long evening hours of slowly fading sunlight (it's just now completely dark at 10 pm). In exploring I realized that my beloved little town can be divided up into quadrants.
We don't have any railr...
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As much as I like the color green, it's clear I do not have a "green thumb." Unfortunately my gardening mother didn't pass that down to me in her genetic donation. Maybe I only need a few lessons and a good dose of fertilizer, but it seems the only plants I can keep alive are those tropical vines that are so hearty you could freeze them or leave them for a week and they still manage to hang on.
I am trying my hand at tomatos this year - though my mother planted them for me as a birthday pr...
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Eliya, one of my 3-year-old twins came to me just now with tears streaming down her cheeks. She had tried to put on her favorite princess sparkle shoes, the ones she likes to prance around the house in because they click on the floor like lady shoes. Only her feet had a little growth spurt since she last tried them on and now no longer fit in the shoes.
She wailed and cried like it was the worst and most awful thing in the world; indeed in the life of a three-year-old girl, it is a pretty ...
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Lions, such graceful, powerful and wild creatures. In my days and weeks of preparation for my Spirit Quest, they started showing up in my dreamtime. I don't often dream of animals, in fact I can't remember the last time I saw an animal in my dreams. But here they were, making a dramatic mark on my psyche.
The first one was in my house with me. A massive creature with a flowing mane, sitting next to me while I partially hid behind a wall in case he decided to turn wild on me. I was ready to...
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By Kim Rosen
In Impossible Darkness
Do you know how
The caterpillar
Turns?
Do you remember
What happens
Inside a cocoon?
You liquefy.
There in the thick black
Of your self-spun womb,
Void as the moon before waxing,
You melt
Congealing
In impossible darkness
The sheer inevitability
Of wings.
Fri, July 25, 2008 - 11:52 PM
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I went exploring today, taking advantage of the long evening hours of slowly fading sunlight (it's just now completely dark at 10 pm). In exploring I realized that my beloved little town can be divided up into quadrants.
We don't have any railroad tracks, but we do have a main highway splitting the town in half. One side is the old part of town, and a lot more depressed economically. The side I live on is the bustling middle-class family side, complete with 2 fountain parks with zillions o...
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