bricolage project day 16 [early]
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bricolage project day 16 [early]

Today’s random word, early, is from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. I had the good fortune of seeing Ben read in Seattle many years ago.  He was kind and generous and made a deep impression on me.  I befriended him on social media and we talked from time to time….

bricolage project day 15 [result]
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bricolage project day 15 [result]

Today’s random word, result, comes from Archetypes & Strange Attractors:  The Chaotic World of Symbols by John R. Van Eenwyk who I had the pleasure of hearing speak at Antioch University Seattle many years ago.  Because I love the text so much, it serves nicely as today’s quote: “As we now turn to the diachronic…

bricolage project day 14 [shiver]
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bricolage project day 14 [shiver]

Today’s word, shiver, comes from the book chasers of the light by Tyler Knott Greggson.  It’s a lovely book of poetry that my daughter got me.  Filled with the tender ache of love and other bits and pieces of a life well-lived, I adore it and open it for inspiration often.  Reading the description online…

bricolage project day 13 [jungle]
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bricolage project day 13 [jungle]

The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that.  The word is jungle.  Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word.  Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me.  Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today.  Just playing with…

bricolage project day 12 [know]
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bricolage project day 12 [know]

“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience.   I’ve been pondering gender identity lately.  There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes.  I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…