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I love you.
I love you. I do.
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hair
I got my hair cut. Short. This was hair 1.0. It’s even shorter and blonder now. Things are shifting rapidly. This has set off a chain of events in my life. New attitude. New sense of myself. New focus on being in my own skin. Less hiding my face, my feelings, my…self. More strength (odd,…
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to the east
To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep
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let this news travel fast then
news travels fast these days (too fast) we hear of a tragedy within minutes of the happening powerlessness sets in and outrage (and deep sadness) let this news travel fast then: i awakened moments ago in a dark room my babies are safe in their bed the night sky is clear and the birch tree…
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			art | Bricolage Project | creativity | grace | inspiration | poetry | quotes | self-excavationthe radiance of darkness
That just pulls me down into my rootedness. In the dark beauty of life. Have you been experiencing the stars this autumn? I have taken to sitting in my home alone in the dark and just watching the changing night sky. Wishing I could capture its beauty to share but knowing I can’t. That’s what I’ve come to realize about the radiance of darkness–it’s personal. Life grief. Like the moments when we first wake up in the morning and realize we’re still alive. Sublime.
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			art | Bricolage Project | creativity | inspiration | photography | poetry | projects | the delicious now | videobricolage 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…
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