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Leave me a comment and I will give you a letter.
Then, write 10 things that you love starting with that letter.
Post the list in your journal.
Give out letters to your commenter’s in return.
mermaiden's L / Loving Lunar Light
1. Love
This is my name, my world and my whole being.
My name is Amanda from the Latinate Amare meaning love, beloved, one of love, worthy of love, precious thing.
My world can be summed up by My Girl (sageness) saying that word, but it's further explained in her description of my life from years ago to when she wrote that to watch my live my path, was to learn unconditional love wherein forgiveness was inherent & compassion infinite. I have never felt so like my soul was taken and formed to words as the day she spoke those.
My whole being belongs to it and to the whole world of people and things I think deserve unreservedly to be showered with love. Not because they have or have not done something but simply because they are. I love people beyond all forms of words or coherence to give it form, beyond my own sanity and self into willingness abandon-surrender before something so large and pure it is the only way I know how to exist.
Most importantly, and hardest for people both accept and understand at times, is the fact it needs no reciprocity. I've had this header, bearing the lyrics to Alanis Morissette You Owe Me Nothing because it is the clincher of an entire song that is my soul put into the ether.
2. Livejournal
This is my home. I have lived and loved and lessoned here for almost a decade. This has seen me through losing and finding my mother, my father, the three, James, Kris, Phoenix, Billy, Council of Magical Arts, Reformed Congregation of the Goddess, Coven of the Enchanted Star, Feminine Divine, losing and finding school, TJ and Lavern, high school, two degrees, the haunted house, two comic stores, the museum, the elementary school, Dillard’s, Brinna, Christine, countless tv shows and books and music’s, South Korea.
My first post said that I would never make it, because I couldn't keep journals. And in fact, given this past few months, and the Goddess Journal, livejournal has now seen the first in my entire lifetime keeping of a paper journal that has worked for longer than a two week trip/travel diary. Though that one was copied up and this will be the first to remain in just my hands and head.
This is my world. I would and will and have defended it. Yes, I live in a house of glass and most everything is both unfiltered and comment-able by the universe. I trust the universe in vast ways that terrify and worry those who love me, but I like living without walls, even though to guard my thoughts and heart. Simplicity. This is mine. This is where I put my thoughts and my needs and my dreams and my words, this is where my solace pulls the dank and beautiful alike and keeps it for freedom's second and time's posterity.
3. Literary
I am literary, as though one could miss it here very long. I have my head in books and my fingers dipped in ink. I love the written word and do lose myself in it frequently. I walk to and from school reading my Kindle. I honestly enjoyed writing twenty page term papers and reading upwards of three books a week in my Masters. I read poetry not simply for fun, but because my soul and my countenance is lighter, brighter, in the times when I am and I would speak in only poetry if someone could promise me people who still understand.
I am loquacious and voracious in my literary adorations. I blitzkrieg authors and genre corners. I own was is the beginning of a library in eight bookcases already (even if it is in storage in America). I have over one hundred and thirty books on my Kindle now. I love editors and betas, poets and philosophers alike. I embrace opinion. It doesn't matter if it's not mine, so long as it is passionately defended -- author or speaker living or dead.
4. Lady of Shallot
Oh, oh, oh. My heart she stutters strups for you. I found the Lady of Shalott in Tennyson's pen long before I heard Anne ever say the words, and she was already in me, the specter in my skin, when I finally did. She is the avatar of my expressive self, but I had to wait nearly a decade to have the words to explain why. I found Anne of Green Gables in love with her first, and Loreena Mckennett's ability to break my seventeen year soprano heart with her voice and Tennyson's word first.
Then at the end of my Bachelors I got the chance to write my very, very long thesis talking about the Writer/Artist as The Lady of Shalott in the poem. I spent the entire time feeling as though I was inscripting the paper with the blood my heart and my life with each letter I committed to it. The mirror and the loom, the helmet and plume, the tower and the boat, the woman and the fey.
I need to own more of the artwork depicting her.
5. Lahiri, Jhumpa
As we continue to cruse the literary land marks of L's, this is the author I wrote my Master's Thesis on. As an aside very few people actually know? In the spring before all the writing of thesis craze began I read one single short story by her, "Sexy," in my Love and Life in American Literature and was compelled by her poetry, her melancholy, her ability to understand people, and how little known she was to chose her as my thesis topic. I knew nothing else at the time when I walked in and told my Dean I would focus my entire thesis on her works.
I read all three of her books The Interpreter of Maladies, Unaccustomed Earth, and The Namesake and saw her movie. I was miraculously in love with her shadow world of light. I spent pretty much five months immersed in the little the world had on her and then wrote a very long paper on my take about diasporic hybrid identity of expatriates in both directions. I think some part of me will always belong to her for the lengths I went and the sacrifices I made and the parts of me driven to the edge of rollercoaster insanity and challenge that it was.
6. Lunar
I was dedicated to Diana at three days old by my father. I am a woman in the tug of the tides, both those of my body and those of all bodies of water. I love the moon. I find holiness and comfort in its endless companionship with me in every location I have been to. I have a singular moonstone ring I've been wearing through all its other changing companions for over half a decade. I have a moonstone treasure hoard collection and it is my first stone of choice (rainbow first among its many shades, too).
7. Loose Tea
I love tea, but there is something about loose tea I love even more than most normal tea. There's getting containers, and getting to measure how much flavor you want per cup. There's getting to run it between your fingers tips, taste it raw on the tip of your tongue. There's getting to use it in cooking recipes, and seeing the full flower heads, leaves, and fruits that were collected in colored bags. I feel like I am getting more aesthetically this way, more enjoyment and awareness of what is going into each of my cups.
I do so miss my huge collections of tea, tea groups and tea places.
8. The Last Unicorn
"I love whom I love."
Holy writ and heavenly movie and songs etched, very literally, on my heart. I have an million icons, the main of which sits ever in my Next Icons to Be Uploaded, which will have the keywords "The Unicorn and her Fool." Whether I ever agreed to the claim or not, I was called unicorn (and one other name) by Kris, and he has indelibly left his signature on my memory, my love, my whist for the novel and his existence lingers in each note of the music. The parallels never quite lost of me. Fairness is not a quantity of life but of choice, living simply lives and love simples loves.
I did like taking a weekend to reread the novel again before reading the recently released short story.
I like the answers and the hints and the shadowy spaces in between where you must read for yourself the rest.
9. Lolita
The rest is just rust and star dust.
My first experience with Nabokov, and an ultimate love of my literary experiences. No one writes like him. I loved the book. I used to toss in the audio book cd’s (done by the amazing Irons) when I needed to hear people who write/speak the way no one does now. The cadence and vocabulary of a lost age. I cannot help dissolving into the works of this man, especially this one which captured my heart so first and foremost. And in that way, awe and inspired and bound to his ways, I may never quite be more than humble before the professor who compared me to him in my Master's program recommendation letter.
Lolita. Lo, Lola, Dolly, Dolores; Dominque Swain. I loved the movie, and the loss of humanity before something so much bigger in oneself. The cars and the bars and the bar men. This is another of those books i once upon a time in a land far before this one wrote a paper on. I paralleled The Old World to Humbert Humbert and new colt America to Lolita, talking about the seduction, delusion, rape, love, inequality, and the inability to understand each other. It was one of the big movements for me in my early English focus study.
10. Loquacious
Me? Never. :D
The first half of this is only four pages long.
willow_cabin's W / Wanderlust Wishing
1. Water
I love water. Water in the bath, water in the pool, water in the rivers, lakes, ponds, streams and oceans, water falling from the sky, water in my tea. Oceans captivate me and the idea of them can take my attention span for endless jags of time, while the presence of one near me can divert my ability to focus on anything or anyone for the same amounts of time. I'm stolen by waves and shadowy recesses, the endless pounding of this world's working and wonder.
2. Witch
As a practioner of witchcraft, yes. I believe in magic and I live it. I don't think this is simply in things you will. It's in how you perceive the world, other people, situations, cycles, seasons and, yes, power. I believe and perform both prayer work and spell work. Ritual space is important to me, as is the way I interact with the world around me.
It was a massive sacrifice to chose to come to Korea and leave behind my epic collections of both oils and herbs which I use for endless creations all year, not to mention the endless other things from stones to books to binders. But, to quote a rather wise character who stays with me in my head now and then, we are intrepid, we carry on. Which is how I find myself here, with an ever increasing witch supply closet, Korea themed altar and a Goddess Journal book, all of which I never could have predicted
I leave myself willing in the hands of the divine. The path will be under my feet through each of my choices, fate and free will twined like inseparable tines of the oroborus through each of my day wherever this life will lead.
3. Writer
Ink was under my fingertips before I even knew what it was to not be a writer. I have small books full of my stories still from childhood, some of them laughable and some of them adorable. I have the unfinished novel I was writing and reading to my therapist to the wake of my sister’s death so as not to talk to him. I am uncertain I know how to exist without writing. I like writing poetry, stories, fanfiction, games. I do not always feel like it is mine, and I do not always feel as though it was touched by something else.
4. Wanderlust
I have it. I think it shows even more over here. Here being half a world away from my home, here being the world where I bring you tours of my touring my new world almost every week in a new picture post. Before this year I always had to take trips during the year, and in the ones where I didn't have them I still had to make long drives to see things or people. Sagittarius in my chart needs to be moving and seeking, and I embrace that overwhelmingly.
There is no regret in new lands, in this life.
I know where my home is -- and that gives me my wings.
5. Wanderlustlover
Dear me, I will never remember how this happened, mind you. It was nearly ten years ago and I was up the night and it was because Tangles had convince me to make one. But I really can't for the life of me remember how I stumbled on to Wanderlustlover. Only that it took me ten minutes to come up with one i wanted that hadn’t been taken and didn't sound wrong somehow. Only that I ended up with the name that is mine and mine (I think?) alone across the internet, that has been for so long I answer to it in person when people from around these parts then meet me.
Put it in the Google search engine. 90% of the links you see are mine.
I'm pretty sure you'll be able to find me at this name for a long time.
6. Wherein forgiveness is inherent & compassion infinite
We started this in love up in the L's. I do not believe there is an unlovable, unforgivable, uncompassionate point, but embracing such a stance does not withdrawal the necessities of healthy boundaries, understanding the difference between love and like, forgiveness and invitation. I think that far too many people are left in the dark for too long, are given up on too soon, and that we've stopped knowing what it is to accept and have acceptance and patience where it comes to the human heart and it's handmaiden emotions and thoughts.
Everyone has been scarred by this life. Everyone has reasons for who and what they are right now, no matter how dark. I think everything is worth hearing, openly and willingly. I think all flaws and actions are forgivable, even if a large portion of them are irreversible, mentally, physically and emotionally. Not everyone is tame or human, I do not think that makes them undeliverable of compassion or forgiveness either. There is some truly horrible and horror-worthy stuff that happens in our world, but I don't see a reason to abandon even those who cause it.
7. White - Amanda Collins
My avatar for almost as long as I've had this journal, certainly for as long as since my first read of the three issues of The Witching Hour. She is my default icon. She is in the first header on my profile. She is all four boxes in the blue header with the Alanis lyrics. You cannot unring a bell. And you should definitely read the miniseries as nothing I can say will be as lovely as some of the images, and the greatest points conveyed in the art and the words and the people. Choice is important, as is choosing, and so is giving it to others.
8. Wish
I have made the same wish -- on stars, eye lashes, matching number times, coins, lucky charms, four leaf clovers, candles -- for at least the last half decade. I can never decide if I consider it bad luck to share a wish. I don't think I believe telling people ruins your chances of wishing good for the universe, but then I can't remember the last person I said it to nor a period in my life where I did not believe it still to be my dearest hope of the present and future and part of my present already.
9. Walt Whitman
Probably my favorite poetry discovery of my Bachelors. I'd read him multiple times in my earlier studies but he just hadn't sunk in. And then suddenly it all clicked and made sense, and there I was reading Leaves of Grass in the wild, over grown backyard, of our house, running my fingers through the green sheaves while my mind entombed his words as hallowed words of imperfections of life and love and the world.
It was then I found my quote I spoke of earlier. "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes." I cannot expression the sudden free that flooded into my world after I read those words. They are pressed into my chest now, into my breathe and being, my ability to be myself whatever that looks like or sounds like, even when it isn't contiguous or congruent. That quote is now one of the many underlined in my book throughout my Bachelors and Masters as we studied it.
10. Wine
My third drink of choice (after milk, and then soy chai), I've been slipping into being a coinsurer and a buyer. I've been wine touring. I really like most whites. The dry and slight edge of fruit flavors, but not too much. Pinot's are nice. I'm slowly learning to love reds, but it's going to take some time. Cabs are not yet a favorite really. Rose's are easy, and go well with most things, but I'm not a massive fan. Even where I don't do sweets in my real life so much, I adore moscatos, ice wines, and port to a truly marvelous extent.
Then, write 10 things that you love starting with that letter.
Post the list in your journal.
Give out letters to your commenter’s in return.
mermaiden's L / Loving Lunar Light
1. Love
This is my name, my world and my whole being.
My name is Amanda from the Latinate Amare meaning love, beloved, one of love, worthy of love, precious thing.
My world can be summed up by My Girl (sageness) saying that word, but it's further explained in her description of my life from years ago to when she wrote that to watch my live my path, was to learn unconditional love wherein forgiveness was inherent & compassion infinite. I have never felt so like my soul was taken and formed to words as the day she spoke those.
My whole being belongs to it and to the whole world of people and things I think deserve unreservedly to be showered with love. Not because they have or have not done something but simply because they are. I love people beyond all forms of words or coherence to give it form, beyond my own sanity and self into willingness abandon-surrender before something so large and pure it is the only way I know how to exist.
Most importantly, and hardest for people both accept and understand at times, is the fact it needs no reciprocity. I've had this header, bearing the lyrics to Alanis Morissette You Owe Me Nothing because it is the clincher of an entire song that is my soul put into the ether.
2. Livejournal
This is my home. I have lived and loved and lessoned here for almost a decade. This has seen me through losing and finding my mother, my father, the three, James, Kris, Phoenix, Billy, Council of Magical Arts, Reformed Congregation of the Goddess, Coven of the Enchanted Star, Feminine Divine, losing and finding school, TJ and Lavern, high school, two degrees, the haunted house, two comic stores, the museum, the elementary school, Dillard’s, Brinna, Christine, countless tv shows and books and music’s, South Korea.
My first post said that I would never make it, because I couldn't keep journals. And in fact, given this past few months, and the Goddess Journal, livejournal has now seen the first in my entire lifetime keeping of a paper journal that has worked for longer than a two week trip/travel diary. Though that one was copied up and this will be the first to remain in just my hands and head.
This is my world. I would and will and have defended it. Yes, I live in a house of glass and most everything is both unfiltered and comment-able by the universe. I trust the universe in vast ways that terrify and worry those who love me, but I like living without walls, even though to guard my thoughts and heart. Simplicity. This is mine. This is where I put my thoughts and my needs and my dreams and my words, this is where my solace pulls the dank and beautiful alike and keeps it for freedom's second and time's posterity.
3. Literary
I am literary, as though one could miss it here very long. I have my head in books and my fingers dipped in ink. I love the written word and do lose myself in it frequently. I walk to and from school reading my Kindle. I honestly enjoyed writing twenty page term papers and reading upwards of three books a week in my Masters. I read poetry not simply for fun, but because my soul and my countenance is lighter, brighter, in the times when I am and I would speak in only poetry if someone could promise me people who still understand.
I am loquacious and voracious in my literary adorations. I blitzkrieg authors and genre corners. I own was is the beginning of a library in eight bookcases already (even if it is in storage in America). I have over one hundred and thirty books on my Kindle now. I love editors and betas, poets and philosophers alike. I embrace opinion. It doesn't matter if it's not mine, so long as it is passionately defended -- author or speaker living or dead.
4. Lady of Shallot
Oh, oh, oh. My heart she stutters strups for you. I found the Lady of Shalott in Tennyson's pen long before I heard Anne ever say the words, and she was already in me, the specter in my skin, when I finally did. She is the avatar of my expressive self, but I had to wait nearly a decade to have the words to explain why. I found Anne of Green Gables in love with her first, and Loreena Mckennett's ability to break my seventeen year soprano heart with her voice and Tennyson's word first.
Then at the end of my Bachelors I got the chance to write my very, very long thesis talking about the Writer/Artist as The Lady of Shalott in the poem. I spent the entire time feeling as though I was inscripting the paper with the blood my heart and my life with each letter I committed to it. The mirror and the loom, the helmet and plume, the tower and the boat, the woman and the fey.
I need to own more of the artwork depicting her.
5. Lahiri, Jhumpa
As we continue to cruse the literary land marks of L's, this is the author I wrote my Master's Thesis on. As an aside very few people actually know? In the spring before all the writing of thesis craze began I read one single short story by her, "Sexy," in my Love and Life in American Literature and was compelled by her poetry, her melancholy, her ability to understand people, and how little known she was to chose her as my thesis topic. I knew nothing else at the time when I walked in and told my Dean I would focus my entire thesis on her works.
I read all three of her books The Interpreter of Maladies, Unaccustomed Earth, and The Namesake and saw her movie. I was miraculously in love with her shadow world of light. I spent pretty much five months immersed in the little the world had on her and then wrote a very long paper on my take about diasporic hybrid identity of expatriates in both directions. I think some part of me will always belong to her for the lengths I went and the sacrifices I made and the parts of me driven to the edge of rollercoaster insanity and challenge that it was.
6. Lunar
I was dedicated to Diana at three days old by my father. I am a woman in the tug of the tides, both those of my body and those of all bodies of water. I love the moon. I find holiness and comfort in its endless companionship with me in every location I have been to. I have a singular moonstone ring I've been wearing through all its other changing companions for over half a decade. I have a moonstone treasure hoard collection and it is my first stone of choice (rainbow first among its many shades, too).
7. Loose Tea
I love tea, but there is something about loose tea I love even more than most normal tea. There's getting containers, and getting to measure how much flavor you want per cup. There's getting to run it between your fingers tips, taste it raw on the tip of your tongue. There's getting to use it in cooking recipes, and seeing the full flower heads, leaves, and fruits that were collected in colored bags. I feel like I am getting more aesthetically this way, more enjoyment and awareness of what is going into each of my cups.
I do so miss my huge collections of tea, tea groups and tea places.
8. The Last Unicorn
"I love whom I love."
Holy writ and heavenly movie and songs etched, very literally, on my heart. I have an million icons, the main of which sits ever in my Next Icons to Be Uploaded, which will have the keywords "The Unicorn and her Fool." Whether I ever agreed to the claim or not, I was called unicorn (and one other name) by Kris, and he has indelibly left his signature on my memory, my love, my whist for the novel and his existence lingers in each note of the music. The parallels never quite lost of me. Fairness is not a quantity of life but of choice, living simply lives and love simples loves.
I did like taking a weekend to reread the novel again before reading the recently released short story.
I like the answers and the hints and the shadowy spaces in between where you must read for yourself the rest.
9. Lolita
The rest is just rust and star dust.
My first experience with Nabokov, and an ultimate love of my literary experiences. No one writes like him. I loved the book. I used to toss in the audio book cd’s (done by the amazing Irons) when I needed to hear people who write/speak the way no one does now. The cadence and vocabulary of a lost age. I cannot help dissolving into the works of this man, especially this one which captured my heart so first and foremost. And in that way, awe and inspired and bound to his ways, I may never quite be more than humble before the professor who compared me to him in my Master's program recommendation letter.
Lolita. Lo, Lola, Dolly, Dolores; Dominque Swain. I loved the movie, and the loss of humanity before something so much bigger in oneself. The cars and the bars and the bar men. This is another of those books i once upon a time in a land far before this one wrote a paper on. I paralleled The Old World to Humbert Humbert and new colt America to Lolita, talking about the seduction, delusion, rape, love, inequality, and the inability to understand each other. It was one of the big movements for me in my early English focus study.
10. Loquacious
Me? Never. :D
The first half of this is only four pages long.
willow_cabin's W / Wanderlust Wishing
1. Water
I love water. Water in the bath, water in the pool, water in the rivers, lakes, ponds, streams and oceans, water falling from the sky, water in my tea. Oceans captivate me and the idea of them can take my attention span for endless jags of time, while the presence of one near me can divert my ability to focus on anything or anyone for the same amounts of time. I'm stolen by waves and shadowy recesses, the endless pounding of this world's working and wonder.
2. Witch
As a practioner of witchcraft, yes. I believe in magic and I live it. I don't think this is simply in things you will. It's in how you perceive the world, other people, situations, cycles, seasons and, yes, power. I believe and perform both prayer work and spell work. Ritual space is important to me, as is the way I interact with the world around me.
It was a massive sacrifice to chose to come to Korea and leave behind my epic collections of both oils and herbs which I use for endless creations all year, not to mention the endless other things from stones to books to binders. But, to quote a rather wise character who stays with me in my head now and then, we are intrepid, we carry on. Which is how I find myself here, with an ever increasing witch supply closet, Korea themed altar and a Goddess Journal book, all of which I never could have predicted
I leave myself willing in the hands of the divine. The path will be under my feet through each of my choices, fate and free will twined like inseparable tines of the oroborus through each of my day wherever this life will lead.
3. Writer
Ink was under my fingertips before I even knew what it was to not be a writer. I have small books full of my stories still from childhood, some of them laughable and some of them adorable. I have the unfinished novel I was writing and reading to my therapist to the wake of my sister’s death so as not to talk to him. I am uncertain I know how to exist without writing. I like writing poetry, stories, fanfiction, games. I do not always feel like it is mine, and I do not always feel as though it was touched by something else.
4. Wanderlust
I have it. I think it shows even more over here. Here being half a world away from my home, here being the world where I bring you tours of my touring my new world almost every week in a new picture post. Before this year I always had to take trips during the year, and in the ones where I didn't have them I still had to make long drives to see things or people. Sagittarius in my chart needs to be moving and seeking, and I embrace that overwhelmingly.
There is no regret in new lands, in this life.
I know where my home is -- and that gives me my wings.
5. Wanderlustlover
Dear me, I will never remember how this happened, mind you. It was nearly ten years ago and I was up the night and it was because Tangles had convince me to make one. But I really can't for the life of me remember how I stumbled on to Wanderlustlover. Only that it took me ten minutes to come up with one i wanted that hadn’t been taken and didn't sound wrong somehow. Only that I ended up with the name that is mine and mine (I think?) alone across the internet, that has been for so long I answer to it in person when people from around these parts then meet me.
Put it in the Google search engine. 90% of the links you see are mine.
I'm pretty sure you'll be able to find me at this name for a long time.
6. Wherein forgiveness is inherent & compassion infinite
We started this in love up in the L's. I do not believe there is an unlovable, unforgivable, uncompassionate point, but embracing such a stance does not withdrawal the necessities of healthy boundaries, understanding the difference between love and like, forgiveness and invitation. I think that far too many people are left in the dark for too long, are given up on too soon, and that we've stopped knowing what it is to accept and have acceptance and patience where it comes to the human heart and it's handmaiden emotions and thoughts.
Everyone has been scarred by this life. Everyone has reasons for who and what they are right now, no matter how dark. I think everything is worth hearing, openly and willingly. I think all flaws and actions are forgivable, even if a large portion of them are irreversible, mentally, physically and emotionally. Not everyone is tame or human, I do not think that makes them undeliverable of compassion or forgiveness either. There is some truly horrible and horror-worthy stuff that happens in our world, but I don't see a reason to abandon even those who cause it.
7. White - Amanda Collins
My avatar for almost as long as I've had this journal, certainly for as long as since my first read of the three issues of The Witching Hour. She is my default icon. She is in the first header on my profile. She is all four boxes in the blue header with the Alanis lyrics. You cannot unring a bell. And you should definitely read the miniseries as nothing I can say will be as lovely as some of the images, and the greatest points conveyed in the art and the words and the people. Choice is important, as is choosing, and so is giving it to others.
8. Wish
I have made the same wish -- on stars, eye lashes, matching number times, coins, lucky charms, four leaf clovers, candles -- for at least the last half decade. I can never decide if I consider it bad luck to share a wish. I don't think I believe telling people ruins your chances of wishing good for the universe, but then I can't remember the last person I said it to nor a period in my life where I did not believe it still to be my dearest hope of the present and future and part of my present already.
9. Walt Whitman
Probably my favorite poetry discovery of my Bachelors. I'd read him multiple times in my earlier studies but he just hadn't sunk in. And then suddenly it all clicked and made sense, and there I was reading Leaves of Grass in the wild, over grown backyard, of our house, running my fingers through the green sheaves while my mind entombed his words as hallowed words of imperfections of life and love and the world.
It was then I found my quote I spoke of earlier. "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes." I cannot expression the sudden free that flooded into my world after I read those words. They are pressed into my chest now, into my breathe and being, my ability to be myself whatever that looks like or sounds like, even when it isn't contiguous or congruent. That quote is now one of the many underlined in my book throughout my Bachelors and Masters as we studied it.
10. Wine
My third drink of choice (after milk, and then soy chai), I've been slipping into being a coinsurer and a buyer. I've been wine touring. I really like most whites. The dry and slight edge of fruit flavors, but not too much. Pinot's are nice. I'm slowly learning to love reds, but it's going to take some time. Cabs are not yet a favorite really. Rose's are easy, and go well with most things, but I'm not a massive fan. Even where I don't do sweets in my real life so much, I adore moscatos, ice wines, and port to a truly marvelous extent.