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last updated 12/24/06
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Breathing in....

"Welcome, O Life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race."
~ Joyce

"Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
~ Dylan Thomas

"Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness." ~Maya Angelou

"there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the best moments
and the greatest times
we will know it
we will know it more than ever
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and wait
in that
space."

"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." ~ Anais Nin

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." Anais Nin

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beings of light

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Between Angels

"Between angels, on this earth absurdly between angels, I try to navigate in the bluesy middle ground of desire and withdrawl." ~Stephen Dunn
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Women in Music

"Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music.”
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The Other Side of Silence

"If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence." George Elliot
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LIVING ART

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.

-Federico Garcia Lorca
Wed, November 22, 2006 - 2:22 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
"For the truly creative mind in any field is no more than this-a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create- to create- to create- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of beauty and meaning his very breath is cu... read more
Sat, October 21, 2006 - 1:04 AM permalink - 3 comments
 
A BUFFOON'S ATTEMPT

The sky is a buffoon's attempt to conceal chance. All is barefooted, one girl ponders the woods. Which way shall she roam? Who knows, Chi sa? Anyway, my left hand catches moths. Circles. The blue words fell from the sky and nestled upon my breast. I told them stories until they slept peacefully. Meanwhile, the barren wilderness became a sieve, I fell out. The bottom went dry, crackling. A small stone, a smooth relic is now imbedded inside my mind. I walked the weeded p... read more
Wed, August 16, 2006 - 7:26 PM permalink - 2 comments
 
i am touched.
Mon, August 14, 2006 - 12:27 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
This is not a courtroom anymore.
The timed judging who's drunk or sober,
who's right or wrong, who's closer to god or
farther away,
That's all over.
This caravan is led instead
by a great Delight,
The simple joy that sits with us now
That is the Grace.
Hafiz! It may be
That you have just poured a toast
That will wash Love clean
of all its pictures.
~ Hafiz
Wed, July 19, 2006 - 9:47 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
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dancing my own birth..embracing who i am

"behind the quest burns aspiration,
a yearning for the heights
so intense
that ultimate failure,
even death itself,
though risked,
is no obstacle

and, as well,
you must come to know,
indeed must embrace,
the deepest, moist sorrow
of your heart.

fire and water,
the marriage of yearning and sorrow,
give birth to the quest."

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becoming

"There are times when this feeling of devotion and dependence lies dormant....Then all at once this feeling awakes and surges and roars, as if the container would nearly burst. There's no room for anything else. My Mother. Dawn is within me and I feel
the approaching day. I am becoming something."
Paula Modersohn-Becker (1980)

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a thread of moments

Age
29
Location
about me
discovering and learning through experience in this body
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