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It is perhaps a mystery of my mind that I find I am constantly, though sometimes without knowing it, leading a double-life. In this alternate version of my life, I am better, cleaner somehow; I don't miss things because I am afraid, and I always understand things exactly as they happen. I become aware of other-me in moments of relative lucidity, ( Read more... ) -
Update on my mom
For those who know my mom, a brief update on her health over the last few weeks ( Read more... ) -
Remember me? Remember you?
After three months' settling-in time, I've finally found a chance to upload pictures from the journey online.
See the "West Country" set here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7394352@N07/sets/
Still catching up, but breathing, too. -
engine turning over
just read those eyes
trembling lips and carburetor thighs
even though I know they're telling lies,
be still my heart.I've wanted to be honest. It's a beautiful, cloudy Sunday day here, middle of winter, might drizzle, won't snow, all that. As befits my station, I'm sitting at home recovering from a lover's quarrel and a sinus infection. I'm ( Read more... ) -
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Upon finding the perfectly prepared and dried fruit in the parking lot at Smile, I put it upon my altar, became obsessed, and took many pictures ( Read more... ) -
She said, remember things that always remain:
blossoms in the spring;
birds remember to sing, and
you will do the same.Getting back into doing découpage (pictures to come). One of my challenges in transition times is accepting the New when I have yet to decide that if I let go of the Old, it will come back again. Really. And that if I don't, it just sticks around in my memory, gathering ( Read more... )
