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Treesong - Word Witch

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joined on 06/19/06
last updated 04/20/14
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Sing my Song!

March 7, 2008
Cutest cherub cheeks Ever!
What? I'm talking about her butt!
;)
January 25, 2008
Oh yeah, and I totally LOVE this Wood Nymph!
January 25, 2008
I could never expect this woman to bail me out of jail, because her ass would be parked next to mine in the cell. What I love about her most, is that she treats me like a $100 whore, when most others treat me like a $50 whore. Ah, well, money is money!
If she could just understand that she's always welcome in my home without leaving all of her crap behind!
Oh, yeah, nice behind!
In a world gone mad, we will not spank the monkey, but the monkey will spank us!
May 31, 2007
Deep GORgeous eyes.

;)
March 10, 2007
without Tree, there would be no fire in my life.
January 9, 2007
The first breath of a baby fawn
Dawn breaking through a cold winters Day
Sweet dew on the morning leaves
Tree's sweet laughter.

Tree Rocks. Hard. Rock on Tree!
Unsu...
 
October 29, 2006
Beautiful.
Strong.
Flowing with youthfulness.
Your spirit and love shine through the beauty of your childs nature.
Thank you for being a part of my path!
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Singing the Sound of What Cannot be Seen

Often, I write all day
long with white ink on
white paper, late into
the night, until it is all I
can do to feel the letters
curving to earth from
the tip of the pen &
then, I fall asleep.
Dreaming of running, or
maybe driving in a car
the color of water & I
wake the next day
remembering nothing &
I gather the stack of
paper & a pen of black
on the desk in front of
me & the words begin to
dance over the page like
long legged insects
across a still lake & the
words in white whisper
behind & underneath
the new day. If there
is any secret to this life I
live, this is it: the sound
of what cannot be seen
sings within everything
that can. & there is
nothing more to it than that.

-Brian Andreas

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Band Members

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Junk I Dig

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"Radio to make you Scream - in a good way"
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"Ho. Ly. Crap."
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"Radiohead Makes Me Weep"
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"Banishing ickies"
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My Gift and part of my Great Work

Wunjo - Joy
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I Am Drenched

Tonight my dreams will drench me in love's wine, and I will awaken drunk once again on hope and wishful thinking. - Treesong

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My Magick Maker

Indigo Love is the Best
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Goddess of Desire

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Sing

Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their own song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead.
-Neil Gaiman, Anansi Brothers

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I'm Not just a Hippie, I also Rock

That's right, AWESOME
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Trees and More Trees

Tree Spirits
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Woodwife

Looking for my Tom Bombadil - Will you please send him my way if you run into him?
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I Did Not Know I Held Such Goodness

FROM THIS HOUR, FREEDOM!

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will,
divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me;
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me,
I would do the same to you.

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.

Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear,
it would not amaze me;
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd,
It would not astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

-Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road

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Channel of Manifestation

Freyja
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Papa O

The original Hanged Man
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Battered&Bruised, She Emerged Victorious

Gender
Female
Age
48
Location
about me
Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul

And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats

And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet

She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be

-The Replacements
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Regarding my Blogging Addiction

Word are like leaves, and where they abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
– Alexander Pope


How do I know what I think until I see what I say?
– E.M. Forster

These words are Trademarked by Treesong. Please do not copy, or claim as your own you unimaginative putz, without permission.
-Treesong, in Warrior Princess mode

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Postcards from a Dream

It feels like I am losing my voice. I realized this morning it is because my heart is now frequently located in my throat, occupying most of the room in my neck. I felt it contract when I dropped Indigo off at school and watched a particularly bright and shiny little girl get out of the car in front of us, her rainbow colored bow struggling to hold back a torrent of black curls, her smile the smile of innocence. Then I paid particular attention to all the children walking into school, each... read more
Fri, March 26, 2010 - 8:22 AM permalink - 3 comments
 
This was my winter:

"My finely orchestrated lonliness continued to hum along like the well-oiled machine it had become, fueled by fear and lubricated by heartbreak and disappointment kept alive long past its expiration date." -Treesong 12/20/09

but then:

"The past is a TV playing in your mind.
Shut it off!
Turn on
to the Flowing of the present."
-Treesong 1/20/10

It has been a long, lonely and insightful winter. But now my windows are open, I can hear birds making a comeback ... read more
Sat, March 13, 2010 - 7:45 AM permalink - 6 comments
 
Whisper into the rock
someone is listening in a hidden place
receives the word
carries it forward
and makes it come true.

- The Word, by Paulus Utsi


Image - Jorma Puranen: Kuvitteellinen kotiinpaluu, Lagestunturi, 1991
Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:44 AM permalink - 3 comments
 
He hid his nail clippings from her for fear she could use them to hex him. She laughed at his silliness. Everyone knows a lock of hair works just as well.

(for Boots)


Image: Witch Night by Julia Kaye
Sat, October 10, 2009 - 11:16 AM permalink - 4 comments
 
This story involves a girl waking up with a pillow over her head and a neck massager cradled in the crook of her arm. She knew it was snowing out and thought about making chili to warm her, made from the bits of her last conquest.

(for Steve-Bob)
Sat, October 10, 2009 - 10:51 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
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