Tumbleword

2012-01-17T19:00:00.009-05:00

Sunrise tree 2012

the beginning of this harvest.

who planted it all--the thought seeds.

everything here before we.

earth air water fire sky

stone bone light

bird fish song flower flesh

breath

(lemon sugar bread wine cheese

avacado ice cream) hands

lips hair love

honey bees drawing dew

language silence

eyes

(gazing) wisdom

inside us, all the dreams. tasted

seen felt known --before us

creation.

we bow as we breathe

the mystery

peace to all who enter here.

2nd view

Dylan Thomas: A Child's Christmas In Wales

2011-12-22T15:43:00.005-05:00

Lucille Chabot, American, born 1908
Angel Gabriel Weather Vane Drawing, 1939
National Gallery of Art, Washington

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What shall I call you? Look, my lips are lame.
You are the beginning that gushes forth,
I am the slow and fearful Amen
that timidly concludes your beauty ...

Rilke, from "The Guardian Angel"

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Ok. Sit by the fire, open the ice cold bubbly... or is it coffee and pie.

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A Child's Christmas In Wales, read by Dylan Thomas.

& text version, Dylan's changes to the spoken version fascinate as a peek into the writer/editor mind. Its hard to find time to listen, if you love words this is worth it!
The visual, sensual delight of this opens doors to such scenery in my own Christmas memories. "Lets post a snowball in Mr so;so's letterbox. Lets write in the snow." It set me jotting in a journal, too. May it bring you on a journey within as well, where all the senses thrive awake and tingling to the wondrousness of "being."

Peace and Blessings, as always. Happy Holidays (i can't honestly understand how its December at all... :) but am looking forward to some delightful goodies.

Cheers.

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A good man is hard to find

2011-08-13T13:53:00.005-04:00

František Skála, more here

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Hello,

Though we may sometimes, somehow "lose ourselves"
the song we carry within sings on, through us. Is
heard by others--who often help return us to ourselves.
Just listen.

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The Outrageous Foley from Nisha Ramnath on Vimeo.
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I love the use of cardboard in the video.

"One must be able to use the trivial to express the sublime--that is true power!”

— Jean-François Millet
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... and this audio, a gift, a small pot of gold for me--

Flannery O'Connor reading her short story "A Good Man Is Hard to Find" at Vanderbilt University, 1959.
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I hope you are all well, enjoying, discovering, creating, loving, dancing, indulging, finding wonder and awe, good wine (of whatever sort), etc...

Peace to all who enter here, and Blessings. Thank you all ...

exchange

2011-06-12T14:29:00.002-04:00

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mandala II from Ivan Puig on Vimeo.

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mandala I from Ivan Puig on Vimeo.

Ivan Puig, Mexican artist Glass Mandalas via

i'd love one with a softer pitch, varied and slowed down; the shadows remind me of freight trains curving old tracks cut into the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
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Bottle from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo
via

.i love this exchange-- or
       How you become me and i
             become you--for such a little while.

This video reminds me of Rumi's idea of the salt doll -- "Diving into the ocean deeps, or waving this way from the shore, there's a big secret Rumi has to pass on: At some point, the salt doll hecomes the sea." Duality merges...
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I am supposed to be offline most summer    or in New England visiting {but/ah../or/is /ahmm am oft on tumblr  procrastinating (aka learning)} while simultaneously moodling/creating in the back of my imagination ...

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but i do (though less) pop about to visit you all. Blessings.

Peace.

just a small quick note

2011-05-02T16:56:00.003-04:00

Joan Miro at Tate Modern

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Watching this tribute I thought to myself, Where is the "vitality" of a man?

Is it in the art, the artifacts he or she creates, leaves behind. Or in the intensity and wellspring of being--the joy and the sparks of transformation one initiates through passion, through living presence.

The answer is not stable, but a movable feast.
And so, too are we.
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Miro "worked like a monk in the cell of a cathedral."

And are we "still" enough to witness, to see, to truly appreciate. All the gesture, the line, the color, the scented intensity of a pause, all of it meaning when attended. Our attenion fixes the heart there, into the gazed upon, the attention like a pulse feeling and feeding a fellow pulse, merging with it, a moment. stilling.
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a.) self portrait (i am the water splurg-l-ing all over)
b.) a new smile yoga teacher
c.) our natural state of being
d.) all of the above
found here
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+ enjoyed these Peter Skubic, Jewlery
+ also, Mari Ishikawa
+ tornado damage from Alabama last week (move mouse over images to see the earth shift
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Peace and blessings and if i could package up this temperate spring air today i send it with all the honeysuckle it sweetly carries through local time and space.
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The Fantastical Vision: John Frame

2011-04-18T15:22:00.006-04:00

John Frame "Three Fragments of a Lost Tale" currently playing at the Huntington Library, Art Collections and Botanical Gardens in San Marino, California from March 12 through June 20, 2011. This Lost Tale came to the artist as Vision at night and he created it detail by detail.

Or watch in HD at JohnFrameSculpture.com/film

2 : John Talks about having a "vision" in which the whole tale comes to him

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3 :

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I hope you "like" the imagination and emotional expression of these as much as I did.

Spread the word, ways to supprot the project, here

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Also found this week, Didier Mahieu Exhibition which shows varied images of "the making" of the art.

tumbleword.tumblr.com/

Lots of stuff on my Tumblr too

I hope you are all well. Blessings. Peace to all who enter here

(Thank God the Tornados are over!)

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I said to the Almond tree,

"Sister, speak to me of God."

And the almond tree blossomed.

-Nikos Kazantzakis from here

Tu+ plus

2011-04-13T15:30:00.001-04:00

Two quick videos. Two very different perspectives on life, growth, death.
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Varathit Uthaisri, who goes by the name Tu+

"MFA thesis project, Tu+ created Surface, this short film that features a stream of anonymous New Yorkers going about their daily lives, shown from below, as if through a translucent floor." Warning, Not a Hollywood ending.

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Growing Is Forever... very tender and moving

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Growing is Forever from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.

found via Radiacoes

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"We often ask, What's Wrong? Doing so, we invite painful seeds of sorrow to come up and manifest. We feel suffering, anger, and depression, and produce more such seeds. We would be much happier if we tried to stay in touch with the healthy, joyful seeds inside us and around us. We should learn to ask, What's not wrong? and be in touch with that." Thich Naht Hanh
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It is a beautiful day, sweet cut grass in the air, birdsong, and thoughts of "you" and the shared brilliance, the peace on earth already planted within us--each to each.
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Peace blessings joy to all who enter here
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2011-04-04T16:13:00.002-04:00

My greatest weapon is mute prayer.
- Ghandi

Dayna Thacker
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I can't believe it is April!
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Things I have witnessed, discovered along the way... all on my Tumblr, which i use as a bookmark in essence, and as a platform to go out and listen to this "cry" of what seems an endless, infinite expression of human intelligence, creativity, voice, and hunger. Personal and Political. Not sure what it all means, but my mind keeps trying to "name" what it is--overwhelming, deep, magical, profound, crass--all those images and re-bloggings of words, photos, thoughts, etc.

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Dayna Thacker, found through The Atlanta Contemporary Art Center

Dayna Thacker, Structures
from Dayna Thacker's blog, her Instillation page, collage page structures, pivots, selfless.

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Kenneth Baskin, Ceramic Sculptures

Anatomy of the Machine, “Propulsion” 2007

Soda Fired Stoneware and Steel
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Kenneth Baskin, “Companions” Mid Fire Stoneware
H 15” x W 27” x D 9”
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Kenneth Baskins, 20th Century Artifact Series "Anchor"

Stoneware, H 13” x W 47” x D 12”

I love his work, see large gallery of images at Kenneth's website.

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Varujan Boghosian

Border Ballad

Varujan Boghosian, Pluto

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Varujan Boghosian, Racing with the Moon, 2009, mixed media, 7 3/4 x 15 1/2”

Provincetown Arts Magazine did a cover feature on V. Boghosian The Artist as Orpheus.
He was friends with the poet Stanley Kunitz, so... :)
Many more collage images Verujan Boghosian gallery of other works.
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Provincetown Arts Magazine also did an interview with Mary Oliver and more.

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David Knox, Photographer

David Knox, Pheasant.
David's web page is rich with images from the Old South, USA, which is disappearing. I love his Alabama series.

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As for me, we have had quite a burst of early Spring here.
At times I have been trying to write, at times I have been "warming" some Northern friends
who in turn, have also been warming me.

We have a new fox family that lives and lurks out on the rocks by the river, lovely creatures. They drive the dog howling wild. Which makes me a bit crazy, in turn.

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"If we remain non-violent, hatred will die as everything does, from disuse." -Ghandi

Peace and light and Blessings sweep through your house as the warm wind sweeps through mine today.
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2011-02-23T20:27:00.005-05:00

..
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Life flakes off with speech. The husk goes off, playing the fool

along a flowering path of sap,

winter passes over the hills
and a tree ages hour by hour
with rings of compassion in an endless din) like the black--
with white dew

night transforms hundreds of stars
into plasma
and wasps
are winnowed with the gods' fires

The line of plains and mountains
whirls like a fog
whose stones envelope the moon in veins and the Siren is gold
on the bough..

but the evolution of change is less visible than smoke
hoovering like a rainbow of achievement over a steel-grey crown...
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from Description by Russian poet Arkadii Dragomoschenko
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...there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightening
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
— from T. S Eliot, “The Dry Salvages”
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.What a gift to remember to be tender with our senses.

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Sarah Vaughn Doodlin
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my mother called and told me I was "grounded" yesterday. Because I hadn't talked to her all month. It was kind of sweet to imagine myself as a teenager, not allowed to go "out and play."

much peace, and love and light to you all, and to the world in such political growing pains.
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added *Taming Foxes for domestication National Geographic Fascinating

Open Society Foundation

2011-02-07T17:17:00.006-05:00

Don't know if this interests anyone, a live webcast sponsored by Open Society Foundations--

The Net Delusion--the Dark Side of Internet Freedom will run tonight
(will be uploaded as a video here  & other talks here

As bloggers concerned about the world, freedom of life, we might want to know what social scientists are learning and thinking about this awesome political tool the www. Still in its infancy, and politically there is so much power in it. But we need to be aware of how others see it and Use it (so its not used against us).
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A blurb concerning the webcast "event":
Crowds surge through the streets of Tunis and Cairo, inspired by a campaign launched on Facebook and drawn to protest sites by text messages. Meanwhile, images of pitched street battles are captured on cellphones and instantly sent around the world. For years, policymakers and pundits alike have predicted that dictatorships will collapse under the onslaught of social media. All the West needed to do, they argued, was unleash the power of the Internet and let a thousand Twitter revolutions bloom.

But Evgeny Morozov, author of The Net Delusion (PublicAffairs) and a former Open Society Fellow, warns us to reject the hype. The Internet, he says, is an uncontrollable and inherently political medium that will frustrate those who believe democracy can be promoted with the push of a button.
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Also check out the Fellowships page and the Grants page (these are world wide opportunities for photographers, writing teachers in Istanbul this summer, social scientists, thinkers, artists, etc.). I get so many "visitors" on this blog from many of these places, so spread the thought around, if its good!
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Yehuda Bacon
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The jewel is lost in the mud, and all are seeking for it; Some look for it in the east, and some in the west; some in the water and some amongst stones. But the servant Kabîr has appraised it at its true value, and has wrapped it with care in the end of the mantle of his heart.

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The lock of error shuts the gate, open it with the key of love.

from 15th century mystic Kabir,
Gutenberg's full text here_
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I am with friends here so am officially offline till late February.
Happy sweet-sweet Valentines to you all.
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when u see turmoil, think
             peace & peace
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branches of the inner heart

2011-01-28T13:49:00.004-05:00

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Months ago I heard a scientist say, live twenty or more years in relative health and you will benefit from scientific discoveries now in progress that will prolong healthy bodies way beyond what we now consider a long life.

Watch this fragment from PBS Nova. (13 minutes)
Without ipod commercial on Tumblr

Watch the full episode. See more NOVA scienceNOW.

This new “vision of possibilities” shakes up concepts of the now-known world; brings questions about spiritual life, ethics, choices to be made regarding one’s "long term" future, etc..
Everything shifts.
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Brand New Day Van Morrison
(wish blogger had this easy upload button for music)

and yes blessings, and peace, and stay healthy!

* Will be away, offline through most of Febraury. Happy (sweet) Valentines Day.

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2011-01-12T12:39:00.001-05:00

(via tumbleword tumblr via wallflowerlookingin
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from Pima Chodron:

When we hold to our opinions with aggression, no matter
how valid our cause, we are simply adding more aggression
to the planet, and violence and pain increase.
Cultivating nonaggression is cultivating peace.
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Wish it were that easy. ;-) Wish tv news personalities and politicians read this.
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.(via housingworksbooks and teachingliteracy tumblr)

I remember trying to see Maya Angelou read. We got there a bit late, and the auditorium was full. A security guard kept letting three or four more in at a time, then no more. I was with friends, stuck behind a blue velvet rope, o'so close. They were turning us away, and the large glass doors to the auditorium with all that light on inside, called me. I saw an instant opening, ducked down and snuck past the guard (he'd been gazing over, so I thought it might work). In I went, dashing at first then walking (ladylike) to a seat.

Angelou is a Powerful woman.
She strengthened me that night with not only her words, but her spiritual largeness.
After the reception I walked from the building into the darkness, all a'tingle. Even the cold was invigorating. Out on the street corner wondering where I'd parked: Shit, I'd driven in with friends. New to the city, a fear smeared through as I stood with no ride home, but a new prize inside. : )

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Some things you just gotta do, and the body acts.
Have you done things like this too? We all have.
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"Baby I'm a Fool" Melody Gardot (makes me feel i'm in an old movie to listen)

as always, Peace.

2011-01-02T12:24:00.002-05:00

1-1-11

... the hills are shadows,

and they flow from form to form

and nothing stands

I seem to have a strange box strangling my
post image and words, read the rest of this quote on Tumblr

1-1-11

my view day 1 of 2011.

The sky gave me a wing, and quiet reflection to mirror

the feeling within. One of the hardest years over! Exhale.

Happy New Year to everyone, and thank you for sharing

yourselves,

as always Peace.

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers Square One ... it took a long way to get back here!

That's the story of that's the glory of...

2010-12-23T11:41:00.002-05:00

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I watched time weave and also release this pattern drip by watery drip last winter. Somewhere these drops returned to help a plant fruit or flower this year. Perhaps you ate of that fruit or loved on that flower. Perhaps a fish spawned within a river portioned of this melt, or a flock of red winged black birds sipped it warm from a puddle in May, to sing a song open, none knowing or caring it once took on this pattern. Delighting me.

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Same for this snow in the White Mountains, New Hampshire. A Church without Bell or Weathervane.

I remember years back reading of helicopters swooping down on old New England barns and churches at night to steal valuable weathervanes. The old ones so collectable.

This molded copper Horse Jumping Through Hoop, 1852-1867. At 17-inch-long sold at auction for $140,000 in February 2007. Image courtesy Skinner Inc. Fun to browse.

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So, what's it all about? No matter what comes your way, you know the song!
       "That's the story of that's the glory of ...

   Love.
       We were singing this earlier, I thought it fit perfectly here. (Jimmy Durante was born in 1893, shocking)
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   Blessings.    Enjoy your Holidays.

           and Always, kindle the Peace.

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2010-12-11T19:42:00.003-05:00

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just born
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It is   the answer that asks the question ~
                    the question is the sheath, a husk

                dwell within the answer

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       as always, the peace

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thorns

2010-12-06T12:03:00.004-05:00

Karl Haender (Guggenheim collection)

Alright!
Who crashed Tumblr ?
Naughty, naughty naughty.

*i need my bookmarks. " )

ha ha
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Thorns

I was a child. I remember
gathering wild roses.
They had so many thorns--
I didn't want to break them--
I believed they were buds
and were going to flower.

Then I met you, O love,
you had so many thorns!
I didn't want to strip them--
I believed they would flower.

All this I review today
and smile--smile
and wander the roads
driven by wind.
I was a child.

-Lucian Blaga (trans. Codrescu)

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3 doors down : "It won't take away my love"
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peace and blessings

sign sign everywhere a sign

2010-12-02T11:44:00.007-05:00

“The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.”

- LAO TZU

This is my personal "Sign"to all the Christmas commercialism and fantasy stress wanting to rob my inner spirit this time of year. The poster originally designed as Keep Calm and Carry On, intended to be distributed to Britians if Nazis invaded England. Short history found here. Found linking around on Tumblr. (other link cuz tumblr is a bumbler lately)

Everywhere there are signs.

Words, notions, images trying to manipulate us. Even soothe us.
I hate to say, but even in spiritual practice, there, much abuse of knowledge from one perspective can steal so much life, so much time, from the knowing heart in search of Itself.

The way that can be told is not the way, Lao Tzu. (Old Master). More from the link, :

And the Sign said long haired freaky people need not apply

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design 1 Junya ishigami or lovely as i feel to name him
2 phu hoang + rachely rotem
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as always, Peace and Blessings

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2010-11-30T14:06:00.006-05:00

Richard Avendon 1967
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I Want to Dance!

O, I want to dance as I have never danced!
Let God not feel himself a prisoner in me.
Earth, give me wings:
I want to be the arrow
tearing infinity,
to see only sky around me,
sky above
and sky below—
burning in waves of light
I want to dance
torn by the lightning of unborn desire
so God will breathe freely in me
and will not say:
“I am a prisoner in his dungeon!”

Lucian Blaga
(Andrei Codrescu translation)

More about time travel.
Very short-short story by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Eyes of a Blue Dog

an excerpt:

and she said: 'Sometimes I think I'm made of metal.' She was silent for an instant. The position of her hands over the flame varied slightly. I said: 'Sometimes in other dreams, I've thought you were only a little bronze statue in the corner of some museum. Maybe that's why you're cold.' And she said: 'Sometimes, when I sleep on my heart, I can feel my body growing hollow and my skin is like plate. Then, when the blood beats inside me, it's as if someone were calling by knocking on my stomach and I can feel my own copper sound in the bed. It's like- -what do you call it--laminated metal.' She drew closer to the lamp. 'I would have liked to hear you,' I said.
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Everyone who reads this will have a special slant. Great talk sparker with friends after drinks. Just more ado about time travel and came to mind after reading some of your wonderful comments. The inner landscape is a full time journey
and yet we traverse both.

*if you like star gazing and need a star map, sign up for Don's giveaway (and check out the punning poetics of his own dream time imagination) (am i sucking up) oop.,

* Supertramp Give a little bit or this version

Thank you all for all you give,
as Always, Peace and big (mischievous) blessings

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time travelers

2010-11-16T17:59:00.005-05:00

This morning's dance.

Life blushes with color. The day drunk with light while i sipped coffee trying to untie myself from a dark lace of dreams, and last night.
Couldn't help grinning at the paradox of things.
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I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

Frida Kahlo
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Am only on the precipice of what I need/want to accomplish.

Online a few times a week exchanging only necessary mail.
Its amazing. Internet like a second blood system to our individual (and collective) systems now; day by day. And how long have we been using it? Not that long.

We all probably know some people (a dying breed) who didn't know a tv for long periods of life, and then only a few odd channels. Now ... the easy capacity to scramble into worlds away ... we are time travelers, we just don't yet call it that way.
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blessings

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2010-11-09T17:10:00.000-05:00

memory * old
                    water (H2O)
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                                                ash affixed light
                    ?

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           do we drink it

                                 again    healthy     ^

            lip to lip resuscitate    (the (ion s
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Dew Light

2010-11-06T16:21:00.004-04:00

Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age

W.S.Merwin
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TimeScapes: Rapture from http://vimeo.com/timescapes on Vimeo.

2. Learning to fly (verson i got had no volume, listen with eyes: the stars stars stars)
3. Mountain Light (you can almost see the earthly breathe almost)

People are always talking about time.
What is time, what is travel through time.
Asking, I think, what is life, who am I as traveler through this grandeur; my heart.

*These videos speed up time, but seem to slow it down.

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Video compliments of a friend. Wanted to share.
And to all of you, for such beautiful words in comment boxes and my email, Thank You so much. Hope to respond properly later in the month.

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Already "unplugged" for less than a week, am more plugged into a source of me. The mind quiet of info clutter is easier to listen into; it opens like a sun swept field of wind. Tall warm wheat bends and whistle-whispers through the solitary absence; later it seems as if little mice feet came to tramp across the blank white page, gift-giving words from an inner earth damp and good with a hidden spring.

blessings, peace, and may your gifts rise up and kiss kiss kiss your face (let me know if they leave little lips of colored lipsticks)
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2010-11-06T16:12:00.000-04:00

Gone Fishin: Louis Armstrong & Bing Crosby

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... the same as for love.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. Its most precious quality will remain its having run itself and carried away the poet with it. Read it a hundred times: it will forever keep its freshness as a petal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

from Robert Frost essay

I wish you all surprises. Dreams coming true! The Unexpected.
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only 8 weeks till Christmas.
Sure, 8 looks like infinity standing up (but .... where did the last 8-10 months go):

Will be totally offline till early December, writing, doing Thanksgiving etc.
Then only three wee weeks till Christmas.
Then only 1 week till New Years Eve. I can almost hear the party bells! :-:

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Thank you all for sharing so much, teaching me so much.
I will miss you... a friend tells me i will go into detox from no Internet and no google week 1. I might need some Cognac for the fire, but the nights are still sweet and somewhat warm.
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Peace open inside us all

3 : Trick or Treat

2010-10-29T21:16:00.004-04:00

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The Black Hole from Napoleon Ryan on Vimeo. Better light here.http://vimeo.com/3086517

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Fluid Sculpture from Charlie Bucket on Vimeo.

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Black Coal from Madison Rowley on Vimeo.

Peace to you all..

* "Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one."

2010-10-26T18:40:00.013-04:00

Not everyone has a writing spider sit down beside her.

Not of this magnificence, at least. A black cat on her back.

Nature is genius.

She is a bit spiky furry. Known for eating her husband, perhaps those are his hairy legs expressing themselves from inside her? Should i ask her to shave?

[I think not.]

Some Spider symbols/stories

* E.B.White (cracked pot quote his) used the Writing Spider as model for Charlotte's Web.

Utube 1972 version Don't need to teach a seed to grow

"I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority."

E.B. White

Found the other day, ALLEN GINSBERG'S MIND WRITING SLOGANS. Given to one of his writing students, they closely resemble meditation practice. Translate them to any kind of creative activity, or just Being.

1."First Thought, Best Thought" --Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche
2."Take a friendly attitude toward your thoughts." --Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche
3."The Mind must be loose." --John Adams
4."One perception must immediately and directly lead to a further perception." --Charles Olson, "Projective Verse"
5."My writing is a picture of the mind moving." --Philip Whalen
6.Surprise Mind --Allen Ginsberg
7."The old pond, a frog jumps in, Kerplunk!" --Basho
8."Magic is the total delight (appreciation) of chance" --Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche
9."Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then I contradict myself,
(I am large. I contain multitudes.)" --Walt Whitman
10."...What quality went to form a man of achievement, especially in literature? ...Negative capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact & reason." --John Keats
11."Form is never more than an extension of content." --Robert Creeley to Charles Olson
12."Form follows function." --Frank Lloyd Wright
13.Ordinary Mind includes eternal perceptions. --A.G.
14."Nothing is better for being Eternal
Nor so white as the white that dies of a day." --Louis Zukofsky
15.Notice what you notice. --A.G
16.Catch yourself thinking. --A.G.
17.Observe what's vivid. --A.G.
18.Vividness is self-selecting. --A.G.
19."Spots of Time" --William Wordsworth
20.If we don't show anyone we're free to write anything. --A.G.
21."My mind is open to itself." --Gelek Rinpoche
22."Each on his bed spoke to himself alone, making no sound." --Charles Reznikoff

73."To be men not destroyers" --Ezra Pound

82."Well while I'm here I'll do the work--and what's the Work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow." --A.G.

The list gets better, too.
You can copy at the source if you like: The Best Writing Tips Ever
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Imagine seeing this driving home at night.

Was he returning it? & Elkhorn Slough (looks incredible!
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Always,
     Peace to you all.
     And a wonderful Thanksgiving. I am closing off my Internet link for November, once a week get mail. Clear the tables and write about my brother, nothing but thought memory and heart; no distractions. Good support falling into place, so it seems ripe, the timing. Not sure I am ready emotionally, but will work on something else if that feels true.

*What will it be like NOT to Google anything or go online for a month? Could you do it?

blessings.
      Pumpkin pie whip cream gobble life with hunger joy and gratitude. Do something you wouldn't normally do. I just looked up and the sky is glowing a very strange pink, a sign for good sailing! I wish you good sailing too, in whatever you do.

*_& fragmentS

2010-10-18T19:32:00.002-04:00

White. Immense spaces. White, a rush of breath. Be swift, marry this breath. Remain in it. Make haste. Let it not abandon me. Let me not turn from it. Be swept up: my song.

You have transformed my gaze into a sky of truths. A clear horizon where you can move in measured step. Where you shut yourself into serenity and calm reserve.

You who were so wild, are now pitiless and wise in your pronouncements. You, who roamed among the stars, now disappear in the uniform light of day. You put out your light to be like all the rest.

...

And, through you, I see the sun.
You do not hide it from me. Not that your body is purely, simply transparent. At least, not for me. But you do not block out the sun. You have not given up your shadow, nor the responsibility for it, to the whole.

This...

The mysterious energy of... rediscovering a buried source. Hidden before the separation of the elements? Before hatred?

Fragments from Luce Irigaray

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Whither must I wander Martha Wainwright version (click near heart)
(from 1889 poem by Robert Louise Stevenson

Concept: Second body (from Plum Village)

I am. Imagining a time before hatred. Imagining...

it is in many faces, hands, hearts, now, even now. Even if transitory, glimpsed, known... what kinds of flowers grow there, what kinds of tenderness tendrils, fragrances? the seeds of It shine, multiply. Deny history.

Peace to all

,always

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2010-10-06T16:11:00.002-04:00

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.
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People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child--our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
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Hello miracle.

Thich Nhat Hanh: 2 quotes
Plum Village & talks/poetry

Know him.

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ps: Sunlight is a mood drug miracle!
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Peace to you all who enter here (and me 2) (wink wink)

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2010-10-03T19:26:00.008-04:00

the bride
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fragments from Neruda'
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The wind is a horse
hear how he runs
through the sea, through the sky.

He wants to take me: listen...

Hide me in your arms
just for this night,
while the rain breaks
against sea and earth
its innumerable mouth.

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The wind has been at my house, whistling. Gale force, and tornado warnings, a week of rain then deluge downpours. All around the earth is saturated. I am saturated.
If i never see another drop of rain again... ahh it is raining now.
Some got more rain in three days than recorded since 1871.
People were kayaking in the streets. Some flooded, some hydroplaned into rivers, lives lost. Sun isn't coming back till late Wed or Thursday. I am wanting to move to Sedona Arizona again.
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Are You missing a cup of rain?
The Weather Channel images of NC
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My lovely Grandmother turns 90 this week. Promised to record her life stories. That should be fun (it will take time, given a life that long, to get her into different aspects of memory).
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Hope you are all well and not soggy in the bottom... though i didn't get around much, some amazing and delightful blog posts the past few weeks, it was really enjoyable. Thank you!
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I know a place, ain't nobody crying: The Staple Singers

Get behind the Mule : Tom Waits

Old Cartoon about good Karma (I think) One kindness makes so many others, one coldness, stretches out into other troubles. We never know. Then compassion.

Peace to all who enter here
and warm delicious homemade soup.
We are about to make almond-flour scones with candied ginger.

flour on my toes

2010-09-11T19:01:00.014-04:00

from Rainer Maria Rilke

For there is a boundary to looking.
And the world that is looked at so deeply
wants to flourish in love.

Work of the eyes is done, now

go and do heart-work
on all the images imprisoned within you; for you
overpowered them: but even now you don't know them.
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Learn, inner man, to look on your inner woman,
the one attained from a thousand
natures, the merely attained but
not yet beloved form.

It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again, "invisibly," inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

The bird is a creature that has a very special feeling of trust in the external world, as if she knew that she

is one with its deepest mystery. That is why she sings in it as if she were singing within her own depths;

that is why we so easily receive a birdcall into our own depths; we seem to be translating it without

residue into our emotion; indeed, it can for a moment turn the whole world into inner space, because we

feel that the bird does not distinguish between her heart and the world's.

Rilke
Letter to Lou Andres-Salome February 20, 1914

I have flour on my toes. Just looked down.

Made Pita Bread with oregano basil rosemary and olives, warm with butter.

Last week I posted an empty blog.

Was trying cell phone posting the night Hurricane Earl came through. A bit inland, away from computer, everyone in Hurricane Party mood after two days of tying down the hatches, watching swirling mass warnings, beaches evacuating people. We expected six feet of water pushed by wind and rain up through the Sounds. Thankfully All softened as the evening came, except people who got giddy.

I wonder where my words and images blew off to?

Am hoping those winds inch some new treasures in while beach combing this week.

tobacco leaf almost ready for harvest

I met a deaf man the other day while photographing. He haunts me. Had no front teeth, needed a bath, and as i learned had never touched a camera in his life. I began to understand his vocalizations.

Not ready to talk about him, only this: he etches something shadowy inside me as if with acid. I begin to think we so privileged to have technology and multi layered ways of communicating. Blessed beyond understanding to express and create. I for one take so much of these gifts for granted.

Uschi's Wisteria Video: a fun

Song for wedding dance I'll be your lover too

Van Morrison: Sweet Thing (I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain). Beside You. Astral Weeks . One of my favorite albums, from 1968. I was a wee one then.

watching this stuff. Conjunction Junction: I loved this as a child. Interjections. (links to more left side page.)

Echo & the Bunnymen: Flowers , Ocean Rain (live recording)

Lips like sugar All my life Porcupine

Peace to all who enter here. Contentment, sweet o'sweet, too.

Thank you.

^

2010-07-27T17:29:00.013-04:00

I like when the outside mingles with the inside, dappling...

and when the breath of rain tries

to inhale the space of my inner rooms

and moves me to breathe the deeper rustic

scent of the outer rooms she has just passed through.

beach glass & stone

Everything writes, gestures.

"It is written" is everywhere (in everything) read

it with delight.

Where there falls from the hands of the serving girl

the pale round plate

the colour of clouds

the pieces must be picked up

while the chandelier trembles

in the masters' dining room.

from Jean Follain

Sometimes the day its light and colors on river sky branches, the dolphins passing the birds moving time with their flight, the ripe ripe everything--It spills into the eye. Shattered by this same one serving girl. She has dropped this plate a million times, dropped this day my breath and heartbeat, the light from her fracture trembles through everything--

is. now

around your ankles invisible fire, It climbs

to wake us to the grace--a self, being Itself.

After having fallen from the plate, one day's sun sets

this way.

Its gestures like ours, never the same.

ok. Do Not go here if you are getting peaceful now:

Band of Skulls "Fires" : lyrics

Baby darling doll face honey
I don't mean to cause you worry
its only hands in my pocket...

I am liking this band for its story like lyrics more and more.

Band of Skulls at Rhapsody & Band of Skulls myspace

Fresh figs from the yard today.

Now this is an ecstasy--

summer rain dew sun sweetened (somehow) into flesh ripe and falling. More than one could possibly consume.

Life too, more than one could possibly... ever ever ... etc.

I am thinking fig preserves,

and now i can practice that Drying setting on the oven.

Any recipes for sauces or maybe breads?

Listen, If somewhere you see a dolphin floating on her back, a laptop open on her stomach, grinning delighted, laughing a dolphin laugh. She is reading my journals. Or maybe loving looking on your blogs... because my laptop (which just went out for repairs) is messed! I am about to throw it into the river.

Thank you all for what you give, sharing the world as you do.

always, The Cure: Just like heaven (notes to self: for August)

all cats are grey

*Creature Comforts: The Pet Shop claymation 2nd I need Space

Peace to all who enter here. Blessings.

1762 an etymology= :idea: mental outlook over time

2010-07-17T11:54:00.014-04:00

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a small sense/view of perspective--

Perspective (etymology) : late 14c., "science of optics," from O.Fr. perspective, from M.L. perspectiva ars "science of optics," from fem. of perspectivus "of sight, optical" from L. perspectus, pp. of perspicere "inspect, look through," from per- "through" + specere "look at" (see scope (1)). Sense of "art of drawing objects so as to give appearance of distance or depth" is first found 1590s, influenced by It. prospettiva, an artists' term. The figurative meaning "mental outlook over time" is first recorded 1762..

Somehow we have to keep dreaming about a word, to keep it living now.

In the 14th century, this word given as "the science of optics" and think now, in 2010 "what did they know about optics or science or perspective for that matter then; compared to what we know now?

Think-- of What we don't know now.
What small sense of "perspective" will we leave (or not) for the future's eyes.

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For yourself, be a dream
Of red wheat and smoke
. . .
You will never grow old

~Jean Rousselot

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I owe you all visits and comments. I miss you, won't be back out for a bit still.

Blessings and thank you for your beauty and inspiring comments on the last post

Ex-posed (but not posing)

2010-07-15T15:17:00.009-04:00

in case u didn't hear, an 18th Century ship hull found at World Trade Center
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"A 1797 map shows that the excavation site is close to where Lindsey’s Wharf and Lake’s Wharf once projected into the Hudson. So, no matter how many mysteries now surround the vessel, it may turn out that the ghost even has a name."
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can u just imagine the history of standing in one place, of what lay buried beneath your feet, layer by layer down and under what we normally think of as surface, or see? Right now, what are you standing on?

Just "you" alone are deep and amazing. Full of coded memory.
Well we are all probably deeper and older in the heart and psyche than our wildest imaginings while looking up at the clear night of millions of mult-ilayered twinklings of star after stars ... are you looking up, you are getting deeper and deeper. Ahh.

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Blessings raining joy over all

tiny horseradish jar re-used; from Christmas dinner
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* Art 21 Paradox with Mark Bradford *i like his ways of thinking

*Art 21 Play

* Entire PBS Art 21 videos (you can explore/search artists) and Blog with links.
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* Tonic Acoustic Version of a great song (thank you to boston b).

I am still off summer-ing! ... stuck in a huge rainstorm today, lazy day. Hope u are all enjoying :)
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For "The English Patient" (who loved to sing) Billie Holiday I'll be seeing you inspired by grrl's comment

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2010-07-12T17:05:00.005-04:00

small fuzzy peace tree

* link Faneuil Hall (regarding note to KVK in comments)

Feel free to add voice to the thoughts there! Thank you all.

am still summering; off "blueberry picking" etc with family.

Enjoy your summer/or autumn.

Blessings!

2010-07-11T17:41:00.005-04:00

"Unscrew the locks from the doors"

2010-06-29T21:20:00.013-04:00

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light on the river

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A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
than he.
~Whitman

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Just to share...
if you ever love sitting through Opera or a Play download this
and listen. Just spent 37 minutes (a downpour on the roof)
with James Earl Jones reading parts of Whitman's "Song of Myself".

Tomorrow I will play it loud through the house
so it goes out onto the water
and travels bouncing into the throats of buttercups,
wherever they are, shining to open.

Truly, people will listen to this recording 1,000 years from now.
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Compliments of the 92nd Street Y
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Text: Song of Myself

Peace and blessing to you all--and smile yoga, stretch it out now~

keep your disposition in shape. :)

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~ July 2: Gone off "blueberry picking"... see you in a wee bit.
Much Love love love love... enjoy :)

love lasts

2010-06-27T22:14:00.013-04:00

sunrise while i sat in the chair

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All that we do
Is touched with ocean, yet we remain
on the shore of what we know.

--Richard Wilbur

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for my brother
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Have you ever stood near the sea as a child and wondered.

Who am I ? what is all this sensation running through me?

All of life's questions flashing in an instant in front of

that magnificence?

Translation: It was a beautiful day

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Peace to all who enter here.
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The Hands Across the Sand global effort has deeply moved me, and helped me see I have been politically burnt out (like the oil spilled grasses of the marshes) by all the political abuse of language and power since, i hate to say it, maybe 9-11 and the wars after it. Something opened in me this weekend and I am delighted to feel awakened again, though there is so much more to do!
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Hands Across the Sand: Flicker Group, Facebook, You tube videos.
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Sting: If i ever lose my faith in you
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If you are at all aware of the Mercury Cycle

this article is a must read regarding this oil spill and its results long term. (Especially if you eat fish).
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Blessings and light to all ..

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Love last longer than anything on the planet earth. Kindle it!
Please...
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I want to hold your hand~ June 26

2010-06-21T16:08:00.010-04:00

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On June 26 people are getting together all over the world to protest offshore oil drilling. I want to hold your hand too, hand to hand we might be holding hands a hundred a thousand or ten thousand hands away, but we are all linked.

Hands Across The Sand from Walton Outdoors on Vimeo.

Join Hands Across the Sand on June 26 to protest Oil drilling.
Just click on your state on the map to find what is already organized.
My Dad lives on the gulf coast of Florida, they look to have a protective barrier of hands up and down that state. International links here. Flicker set here.

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. New York Times article 742 events worldwide (as of June 24th thursday)
. Facebook

Our World is beautiful, beyond our comprehension.
Earlier this year, Obama almost lifted a 25 year moratorium against Oil exploration off the Carolina's too. I DO NOT want to see this floating near me

It is killing the whole ecosystem.

Our fish are already poisoned enough. I worried about eating them before, about the water the birds... and now ...

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On a cleaner water note...
Another reason we should Not be drilling for oil, these wondrous striped icebergs:

Eva Cassidy Wade in the Water
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Karin at Beyond Words made a perfect post informing and calling action regarding the BP oil spill too.
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The oil is a poison, a dark flammable puss rising up to show us quite visually what is already long true; our common complacency in a fossil fuel way of life that is toxic to us. Our political system is polluted... Obama didn't fix that; all those poster of "Hope" and things are much the same. I wrote a long post the other day and deleted it for now, because knowing what i know about the pollutants in my world, both actual in the water the fish the air the food (why do we even have the word organic) the plastics which screw with women's hormones especially... the politics the greed the lack of genuine adult caring for the world and its creatures; its water our water its air our air, its fish our fish its flesh our flesh All of it running through One bloodstream. Life. You and me. The dolphins.

Just thinking it all and writing the other day i felt so toxic i didn't want to poison anything more... (so i postponed it) if that makes sense!
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We've been postponing change for a long time in this country; this global country now.
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Even the oil spill photos are beautiful.
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“Peace is not the product of terror or fear. Peace is not the silence
of cemeteries. Peace is not the silent result of violent repression.
Peace is the generous, tranquil contribution of all to the good of
all. Peace is dynamism. Peace is generosity. It is right and it is a
duty.” - Oscar Romero, January 7, 1978
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It makes my blood hot! Lucinda Williams Hot Blood
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Billy Bragg: I Keep Faith
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Peace to all who enter here.
And for Karin at Beyond Words who just finished Chemo, pick up a glass of celebration ice cold champagne. Join in a toast to Karin, "Great Blessings, Strength and Joy and Health continue to Rain down over your Journey"! clink clink the glasses!
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There is warm brie and crusty bread and melon too. Cheers. To all of us. Bounty and Health.
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Happy summer solstice--it will be Birthday month before long ; )
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If ..

2010-05-28T18:58:00.004-04:00

If ever you can smile, even once
in your life... You are Free!

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peace and blessings to all who enter here.

(I read that smiling, kissing, crying, language and hands make us humans we.)

tangled lines & pure Imagination

2010-05-24T23:10:00.016-04:00

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from letters of Amedeo Modigliani:

Hold sacred all which can exalt and excite your intelligence... (and) seek to provoke ... and to perpetuate these fertile stimuli, because they can push the intelligence to its maximum creative power.

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Harker's Island: Oyster bed

I have been exploring and learning the history of some of the small towns out along the NC coast.

Unearthed--a possibly 300 plus year old shipwreck off the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Its long sunken ribcage of hand-hewn beams fastened entirely with wooden pegs was exposed after winter storm and surge currents. Beach combers have found artifacts around the wreck, including coins from the early 1600s marked with King Louis XIII and King Charles 1.
Preservation is underway. (*see videos below for visuals.)

Archaeologists believe this could be the HMS Swift, a British ship about 70 feet long and 16 feet wide that ran aground off Point Comfort in the Chesapeake Bay in 1698.

Back then, the British sent officials down to the Carolina's to reclaim the ship and prosecute those who had plundered it. Nine were arrested, including a Capt. Anthony Dawson, the leader. Six were found not guilty. Dawson's sentence of hanging was commuted to exile from the colony.

One man was branded with a "T" - for thief - on his left thumb and given 30 lashes. British authorities were angered at the North Carolina leniency for most of the defendants.
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*So glad I am not branded for picking up beach glass and other things! My thumbs are free!
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More images and video of Ship's removal from the beach @ the Virginian Pilot article here
& Video with relic images Corolla NC shipwreck.

Rembrandt: A cottage with white pales, 1642

Fantastic Webpage: Rembrandt, paintings, etchings, drawings & self portraits

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Anything you want to ...

do it; want to change the world

there's nothing tooo it!

Gene Wilder: Pure imagination & version by Maroon 5

Peace and Blessings to all who enter here...

Its summer, so i will be between ... my home here and my home in Boston... my father is not well either. For months his memory won't manage a paragraph but things are getting slowly worst...

If I am quiet, i am stretched between all the inner things i am processing. I am ready for a deep silence, a deep cleaning of outer flashes of bird wings and voices and photos the eye takes without permission but with grace. A retreat...

I hope you all enjoy your summer or autumn, depending on where the earth tilts for your life at any given time.

only 30 wee weeks till Christmas. :)

and yes, Thank you all.

Ask and Receive

2010-04-13T22:23:00.022-04:00

Late January, when I got back from Boston (and the White Mountains, a very special gift waited for me in North Carolina.

Kathy Van Kleeck who blogs as KVK had sent me a sweet thoughtful package.

I had responded to Kathy on my post about losing my brother, saying, "You should invent a necklace with a box of tissues in it."

I received this beautiful box.

"Greetings M," Kathy wrote. "I took your response to heart and thought the enclosed would brighten your day a bit." (It made me cry. ) She invented a beautiful silver vessel with healing jewels and as she said, "silk rather than tissue. A vessel to hold your sorrows, open at the top so they can float away when ready."

As much as i loved receiving this gift, it settled over me that this was a gift connected to my brother.

Here hanging near my desk in silver, a beautiful talisman that helps hold my sorrow, a fact which still in moments isn't real. My sweet brother no longer resides on this earth. I can no longer hear his voice, visit him, see his gaze which adored me since childhood when we began a common exploration of life in two little bodies on this great beautiful world.

(i take a deep breath to visit these words)

I had admired Kathy's jewelry and talismans.
I honestly believe that not just anyone can make a talisman. Yet having one of hers here by me,I know the hand of the Heart is on these; the Heart's eye in action.

Only someone with a clear spirit and spiritual Gift can make a talisman of any power. I can tell you, this vessel feels like an inspired instrument of the sacred space I believe dwells "between" all things; dwells as a third (holy power) between thoughts and spirits /souls. Always, Spirit indwells and awakens when one listening heart avails itself to another's heart cry whispering its simple voice.
This is true inspiration; a breath gift shaped into & as object. Inspiration happens into art, as Spirit moves and acts by Grace through us, for joy and creativity. Why else are we alive!
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We ask and we receive. Soul to soul, simple as it should be.

On the first day of spring I decided it was time.

I went out to the river with my vessel.

I hung the vessel on a branch near the water and tried to focus my emotions where they did not will to take me.

I breathed. I wanted to let go symbolically of the sadness, but not to let go of my brother. I had to remind myself, he was in so much pain.

(my note from Kathy said the silk tissue was to release sorrow... )

I might have to do this again and again... but

here goes...

I let it open gently in wind...

... opening like a spring leaf on the river tree.

Found on the Spring warming earth for the vessel, delicate flower to make a brightness.

Thank you Kathy for this generosity and shared grace! I will treasure it always!

Such a beautiful day.

After some lunch I did yardwork in shorts. The rhythmic energy of raking helped a patch of subtle anger rise up inside,and then such a sadness blossomed. I leaned on the rake watched the river and let it flow down my face. What else could i do?

I really suddenly needed a tissue tissue. ")

(This is how i know my KVK talisman works; it brings on a cartharsis; because it asked me to act out a sacred ritual between myself and my feelings. Doing this, and even posting this seemingly simple action, o how it hurts *but helps! An incredible gift to give.)

Later the wind kicked up. We sat by the choppy water (me wrapped in a cotton blanket) and tried to record sounds of the river (recording is a new desire, random sounds and some oral history). Someone made me a strong Vodka drink in a jelly jar with two overly bright broken cherries where olives should be. The talisman and its flowers were inside--the house, my heart, my attention.

We watched the sun set on the first day of Spring 2010.

I was shivering. Some fallen pinecones and twigs helped light a transitional fire, a symbolic end of Winter and opening to Spring.

It felt so good, feet to the flames, me thinking fire (and time) (the care and generosity of others; love) all cleanses.
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Three songs:
* don't let the sun catch you crying

Hey momma where do we get air... * Dat Dere

more Ricki Lee Jones at Last Fm

** love: (keeps playing randomly)

Last photo: reflections in sunporch doors leading out where the darkened river, the trees, the clouds dolphins crabs snakes jumping mullet deer ducks eagles crickets cormorants red headed woodpeckers gulls blue birds blackbirds ... pelicans herons the rocks and ferries and sailboats rest; out where the wind (right now in pitch black space) makes musical sounds with the house; out where all of you live, and love and dream and play.
I wish you Joy as wealth, as health.

Thank you.

Peace to all who enter here. This is my 101 post, so yes 101concentrated wishes for Peace dwell here. Do you think we can handle it that strong? Peace at 100 proof. Here's to us!

Don't just sit there, drink it!

Cheers.

Open wide, wiggle tongue

2010-03-26T23:55:00.005-04:00

... and say Aaahhhhhhhh yes

Life! Tastes so sweet.
Spring is in the air.

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E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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Where do we get our courage?
..
I wrote a post to share the gift Kathy of Kvk jewlery designs created, and surprised me with, a special talisman so linked to emotional energy with my brother I simply can not post it yet.
Have to honor it.

Grief is a grumpy old man with dictation rights over the heart.

ooof.
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Peace to all who enter here;
and Love to whatever dreams you awaken.

Great rich blessings : You already Are Great with Rich blessings.
Accept yourself as this!
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~ light

2009-12-04T12:39:00.024-05:00

A lock and keys without a cabinet.
Because the immensity of our future
the ripening We, as Blessing, will not be contained,
nor hoarded and locked away.

Honor this.
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The way a heart beats

attempting to say It ~ this Joy.

one breath

two breath

three breath

... four.

A wholeness begins.

Yes, never forget

you are always writing with light; drawing painting dancing

with light. Heart light; mind light; love's

webbings, (de-light) eternal Light.

All your life ... think of the skeins of light you've left--

shaped of your breath, your hands.

(A hammock for your dreams tonight.)

browse, The Brooklyn Museum : african, Islamic, egyptian, icon, feminist, etc; a

Peace to All who Enter here

and Deep blessings; Happy Holidays to you, too.

I am going on blog break a bit. I shut down tv since mid July, and want to try internet too; its a busy perfect time, excepting few things I have to do online and email. It will be hard, and I may peek like a child looking at things under the tree... :)

In three weeks it will be Christmas Eve, and most of us will have lit or will light candles (many) for our celebrations during these weeks--lights on trees, in sacred circles for Solstice, on candelabras... in jars, fireplaces, in someone's eyes. With family, memories rising up ... yes,

All across the world, light and Peace.

Ps... because my sister says i should: Aaron Neville: The Christmas song & silent night (every night is holy, no matter your belief) and the full album here.

. Anne-Sophie Mutter (at 13) with Karajan :

& yes I am listening to her on ipod right now.

Thank you all for sharing thoughts and feelings.

It is an amazing gift to receive you.

* (a snowflake of pure white)

~ right now

2009-10-04T20:47:00.008-04:00

right now is whole, right now is holy.

(*whatever you believe)

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by Bruce Weigl

I didn't know I was grateful

for such late-autumn

bent-up cornfieldsyellow

in the after-harvest

sun before the

cold plow turns it all over

into never.

I didn't know

I would enter this music

that translates the world

back into dirt fields

that have always called to me

as if I were a thing

come from the dirt,

like a tuber,

or like a needful boy. End

Lonely days, I believe. End the exiled

and unraveling strangeness.

Peace to all who enter here...

and a special thank you to lynne hoppe for her wonderful gift!

I will show you pictures soon!

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2009-07-09T16:55:00.013-04:00

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Irish

Give me the right of way
over the corn steps into your sleep,
the right of way
over the sleep path,
the right to cut peat
on the heart slope,
tomorrow.

~Paul Celan
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It should be illegal i think sometimes, illegal to feel this good.
There is simply no "reason" !
Please do join me. .. so why are you sitting there? R U smiling yet! Lets dance ... (on vaseline).
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Its getting dusky dark, a rumbling, small horizontal flash of lightning. Two small birds chase each other back and forth through the high hedges. I think they are in love & if they each had ribbons they would be making a peace weaving in the branches.
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Poor beagle bunny scared of thunder.
He shakes under the table with a hunk of tenderloin wasted between his paws ... such a tender old grandfather my little beagle now.
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I want, want ... this mailbox. It lives near the Outer Banks. Looks so lonely, i wish to take it home!! Put shelves inside it and lock up manuscripts & photos. A file cabinet just for me.

hmmm.... ... must be bold... or grow rusty! : )
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* Waterfire Providence, Rhode Island
I want to go see maybe in October. Love the artist statement... and you can volunteer, too. Or light a candle. A wonderful city.
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* A baby beautiful, beautiful ! (my sister due three weeks from now).

* New word: glaucous

* Song: Ann Peebles: I can't stand the rain
* Song: Love Hurts: (ah... who cares :)

* words that made me happy recently (thanks to some of you) :
1. icky
2. dirt bath
3. worm poop
4. i bought a collection of poems
5. wiggles
6. exobless (a word verification on blog) *very appropriate!

Hope you're all well... thanks for the most beautiful comments. I have the best bloggers on my page! Peace and joy to your moments, i wish.
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2009-02-09T18:47:00.019-05:00

Listening: the gift we are to each other always.
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I am now listening to birds ping-pong songs across the hedges. The door open, a lovely 70 f all week, sunny, perfect for breathing somehow, relaxing. Its almost 7 pm here and the windows are still open, and its pleasing... sipping *sampling some spicy Merlot brought over.
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My camera (less than 2 years old) crumbled within itself ...
has anyone dealt with Canon? Seems like sending a child to a babysitter.
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None

A nothing out of which to create a new.
Was never nothing enough for a new, never
Empty lost lone naught enough
To come clean new in any morning light.

Always in that limbo wide as it was,
Deep, down, as it was, somebody lay
Qualifying any possible creation.

(Toppled in that void tossed there, and woke.)

* I put parenthesis around the last line, cause I want to cut it.
~ Josephine Mills (1911-- )
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love this guy from this blogger.
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Painting Faces: Elizabeth Peyton. Solid essay.
And Slide show. And more here at current show.
Her work reminds me of a soul recreating herself as the poet Shelley.
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photo i keep near (without the popcorn)
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Days seems like popped corn lately, fast to open, but the shelf life so frail.
There are some things close to my heart i want to do in the next few weeks. Attention is important to me, and so is the sanctity of being present. I will be back sometime in March, early. To visit. I will miss you all. Thanks for your constant generosity. Joy, sharing.
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By then, some of these might be in bloom backyard, and the luscious rain.
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Lovely texture : Onion Valentine box
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Ani Difranco : Not a pretty girl & 32 flavors (thanks Quark for reminding)

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The image below is for you Disa, the procession of the under things (in honor of your comment).

I think we should all start such a procession, to parade an intimate garment, aka a secret thing we might want to let go of... or release. Or an expression. What would you make and place on the public pole for this parade if you were summoned by the King/Queen, your Soul? Or me? Would you join? What could we make, write, sing, weave, paint, weld, blow open?

Breath, what is worthy again, of you?

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Peace to all you who enter here, hear??
Listen, peace already exists.
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Believe. (& happy valentines to you all too!__)
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2009-02-03T14:15:00.016-05:00

In the Carolinas

The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.

Timeless mother,
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?

The pine tree sweetens my body
The white iris beautifies me.

~ Wallace Stevens.
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Bob Dylan: Froggie Went'a Courtin' ah ha
Bob Dylan: Just like a woman & Visions of Johanna
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Kowabunga! (this means joy rises ... why? oh.. because its fun to say).
Tagged by Lynne H to show the 4th image in my 4th folder.

... to give photo some perspective, i added the photo beside it below. In return I would like to see the 4th photo in the 4th folder from these 4 photographers...

1. Omami
2. Andrea Tachezy
3. Jo (Spittler)
4. Lumetta (Ritva)

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In addition, I have been tagged by Mary Laure with these two awards.
& ... Thank you again, so much.

I add a little challenge to these stamps, if allowed.
First, it is impossible to really pass on awards, if i visit and comment i like what you're all about! I name ten wonderful people to these awards but in addition I ask for a phrase: a few lines from a poem, a song, or an overheard sentence that rings important inside you--

You can post it in my comments or if you choose to pass this award onward, post the phrase at "home" in your blog. If its naughty to change a tag, i am both naughty and nice. Nobody is required to do anything ... (not even dishes tonight). I wish everyone who visits (and the lots of you who never say a peep) will also share a tiny phrase.

1. Disa
2. Bibbi Forsman
3. Hilary
4. chatoyance
5. Bookbaby

1. The Floating bridge of Dreams
2. Radiacoes (i think he has already posted a phrase today)
3. Christine Clemmenson
4. Mystory (brush your hair before going here, she takes your picture)
5. River Garden Studios

and Mary Laure, yes, a phrase from you required too! (please) :)
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I think a phrase is like a meditation tool, and it can slow us down, focus our perspective. It can clear a path or add soul to an hour. Here is what hit me today while reading...

Do you recognize me, Air, still full of places once mine?

~Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (versions).
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I really love these images, ideas at Sculptress, too.
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and as always, much Peace to all who enter here.
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2009-01-17T18:09:00.009-05:00

Take two of these (and a giant kosher dill pickle)
for nausea, and call me in the morning!
A note to my pregnant sister & to all of you too
if and only if you feel pregnant with creative desire(s).
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Hurry up, it is melting.
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Then of course, there is this kind of Nausea, by Sartre
& small video series on the Philosopher here:
1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7
*you don't have to watch them all
(oh, i insist) (no_don't) (ok, go ahead)
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to warm you (its been cold here too)
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The NEA says Fiction reading is up, but less people reading Poetry and Drama.
So I want to go back and read some plays this year.
From one of my favorite plays Long Day's Journey into Night:
to be a ghost within a ghost & i love the fog, & a warning in brothers scene
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yes, and as he says, be always drunken, be so, yes!
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Song for a friend just lost a friend to a roadside bombing in Afganastan More of Antony and the Johnstons here....
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the embers of another night
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At 20 in Boston my lover made me a tape of some old Blues songs. This one I always loved, and we spent two days searching boxes of old tapes to find it, ran it through a mixer today to make an Mp3. Can't figure out the guy's name... (its not Snooky Prior) but if you know, or can guess, let me know your hints... i'm so glad to hear it again after all these years (it makes my toes dance)... dedicated to a girl with a birthday !
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seeds and seed vault (nice video) (there are over 50,000 kinds of wheat).
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Peace and warmth to all who enter here.
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2008-12-30T14:51:00.008-05:00

After a bit of grief, a clearing opens, the heart is lighter. It must be the spring like weather, too; door open, sunlight, I feel so free today my toes are dancing.

& delightfully, one of my sisters is incubating a little "we" human be-ing to place onto the ever moving "conveyor belt" of time. Someday when I go tumbling head first off the belt, he or she can come back and read this post and say, "I wasn't even born yet... look at how silly and archaic blogging was back then. Who are those wonderful people leaving comments... " It will be in the future, say sixty years on or more (I should still be alive) and this new person who isn't even here yet might "follow the links" over to see you too.
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The wicked make so much noise mother: Pavarotti & Bono (U2) -- Ave Maria (Live)
...

The startling reality of things
is my discovery every single day.
Every thing is what it is,
and it's hard to explain to anyone how much this delights me
and suffices me.
To be whole, it is enough simply to exist.

~Fernando Pessoa (1885-1935)
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War is over if you want it... John Lennon
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He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.
~Henri Michaux (1899-1984).

A Harpy Eagle for our inner dreams and imagery: & another here.
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The Kills .:. U.R.A. Fever
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Happy New Year Blessings, and Peace to all who enter here.
Thank you for sharing so much.
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~

2008-11-18T15:23:00.008-05:00

... Me o w ....

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How do you get a new perspective ?
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I fear I am being hunted.
Familiar voices circling, wanting me scheduled for Thanksgiving and into New Years … ... tugs this way & that way. Served with turkey and cranberries, I am sure they intend to eat me— “gobble-gobble” and all that goodness with gravy on top!

If I disappear, I am either in rehab for gingerbread eggnog (stir into your coffee) or someone has me by the drumstick the giblets or ay, ouch is playing tug-o-war with my wish bone. How lucky we be … :)

I wish you all a Happy (early) Thanksgiving.
Start celebrating! (Why do we ever stop?)

I am blessed & grateful for all you share here and on your blogs.
You’re all too much to gobble up, its so rich being part of this humanity. Thank you.
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“... who can be called sane if they are blaming…”
~ lynne hoppe
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Margaret Atwood’s birthday: poem the Moment Mp3 & this *Funny/smart Interview!

A thousand miles behind: Bob Dylan meets Johnny cash

Peace and blessings to all who enter here

Remember smile yoga :) during the coming weeks ... :)

the tender things

2008-10-30T21:23:00.009-04:00

Hello !
Some of you see synchronicity, and it has seemed wild lately, popping up everywhere... Do our linking via blogs seem to attract a higher sense of it happening to us? Its fascinating.

Also, am asking this question this week:
What keeps us grateful in life?
Is it our hard times, our losses; or love, or something un-shakable in our hearts; something within that regardless of loss or any other troubles keeps us warm, whole.

Nobody escapes pain, but what keeps us looking around nontheless, seeing the beauty? What keeps us kind? Striving for the best in self, and life?
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Oh Yes, the world has been touched
by a new footprint, a new handprint--
a new Love.

Elton John: The Greatest Discovery (and my favorite version (#3) here, also number 2, and all of them, but have to be in the mood for the orchestra.. * you might have to open Last Fm in your own browser, after bookmarking it, they count the number of listens per address, etc.
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Swill milk: "doctored" milk: New York City 1858
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I read once that a Spiritual teacher said, "If someone hurts you, make a place of honor for him or her in your garden." That person is a powerful place to learn about yourself, your heart, emotions.

Its very hard practice... but I hope the world tries... to stay open to each other... especially during this strange election and all the words flying around... but here, always, it is wished Peace to all.
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Autumn Leaves: Paolo Nutini
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2008-10-23T12:36:00.009-04:00

..

Singing Images of Fire

A hand moves, and the fire’s whirling takes different shapes,
triangles, squares: all things change when we do.
The first word, “Ah,” blossomed into all others.
Each of them is true.

Kukai ~ 9th century Japanese Buddhist
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... if so, why do we speak
why do we try to say what is always moving?
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A me: after Years of listening to Political Talk
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Victor Borga: Phonetic Punctuation
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Crepuscular (a new word found in a Seamus Heaney poem)
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The smallest watcher
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an mp3 of Compression Wood: a very tender essay from Franklin Burroughs

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Thank you all
for such wonderful comments here, on your blogs,
and in my email. Have a wonderful weekend!
(yes, it is starting early) (right now)! :)

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Peace and wild, wind-swept days of slanting light to all!
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2008-10-11T20:22:00.011-04:00

candelabra
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My sweet grandmother turned 88 last week. About three years ago doctors offered her a choice. To risk a dangerous operation in which she might lose her life, or do nothing and allow ... allow the inevitable eroding tissue of her heart to give out at its own pace (soon).

She took the risk.
They cut her open, took her heart into hand, put it on a table beside her body. They went through it for any weakness the way you might finger the fabric of an old family quilt--to mend, strengthen. Then they put her heart back (with over 80 years of love--for my grandfather, my family, the earth, her traveling, every little secret thing she may or may not even know about herself, or tell anyone else; all maybe within it).

Imagine holding in your hand the beating center of someone’s life? I try to imagine its weight, its obvious warmth, its pulsing against the sensitivity of my pulse. It makes me weak, all over. To hold another’s heart like that, to share that kind of experience, I would quite literally fall in love—bonded to that person forever.

It is in our hands, really, just like that, so much: this world, its health/our health, the quality of giving, of mercy, integrity. Truth telling, risk. One to another, we are each other’s heart surgeons, mind surgeons, hope surgeons—teachers. (Aren’t we)?
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Nazim Hikmet ..... his poem On Living: this is a poem that made me think once, that poetry really mattered when i was almost 20. More here...

the earth & the forest

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some rare old beauties: I have a friend who dismantles these to use in sculpture (she drives me nuts cause i always want them). Look to the left for versions.
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Beckett, Play: part 1 & part 2 also the text..
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peace to all of you--and a *can i please
refuse to take a bath" peek a boo from mr. beagle bunny. : )
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link to tumbleword other site
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ahh.. : ) a beautiful day
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2008-09-19T00:31:00.009-04:00

on the table;
sundrunk flower (or is it me)
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writing with ember of match that lit last night's candles; a perfect "op" s (now ash).
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Hello.

September... ahh. The air clearing, the light slanting new--finally a soft windy coolish (77 degrees) and bright. Perfect. Many people I know and love are born this month. In fact, September is officially Birthday month at my house. Happy Birthday to ... (you fill in your name anyway) :)

"The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship." --W. Blake [ associated link to engraving archive].

I have been reading poetry; Dream Baker, by Jean Valentine. I'll share a few lines...

"You were so close I could have touched the dead/ "Childhood in your face..."

"These words I tell you smoking in my eye:/ The tree-frog is the tree frog. The sky is the sky,/ The rattling bay runs night and day I, I , I,/ Over and over turning on itself: there/ Where it curls on emptiness: there I sing.

"You will not be forgiven if you ignore/ The pillar of slow insistent snow/ Framing the angel at the door,/ Who will not speak and will not go..."

Yes, I am really in a quiet mood-- almost time to take a few days of silence (of fasting from all things, including words, tv, foods, drinks and speech). Have you ever tried it?

Things to see-- The Pulse--check yours if you haven't checked all this out :)

This Gift ...First, it is Wrapped and later Revealed.

The History of Dance: French and Saunders :)

From a friend in Amherst, this Political Skit from Saturday Night Live :)

Older than I-- my

new rock. It fits in left hand nicely if writing with right hand. :)

Peace and all good to you all. Link to Tumbleword's other site

~ Jorie Graham

2008-09-08T14:59:00.018-04:00

Mr. Beagle Bunny sends you all a snuggle bunny Thank You for the good wishes and Wonderful dog stories.

He still has a dozen purple pills to take, and is in a purple haze (though Jimmy Hendrix hasn't appeared in his dreams) he is asking about a Red pill and a Blue pill that might take him down a better rabbit hole... I said, Go ask Alice.

Small skit of Alice in Wonderland
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Today I saw a snake in the grass, rather elegant and striped with a curved pattern, it slithered sidewards away. I wanted to be sure it wasn't poisonous, but laughed because this morning I was singing silly song, "I don't like spiders and snakes... and knew I would see a snake.

Couple years back, a local man stepped on a Copper Head. The snake was a gentleman, didn't even ask an apology, tried to go its own way. Snakes are nice that way. :) But the manly man went stomping on the snake with big manly boots. The Copper Head stood up and bit him right in that delicate place between thumb and index finger. The venom rotted the flesh of his hand almost to the bone. Doctors had to graft skin from the guy's pubic area to save his hand. Now the manly man has a very hairy thumb--and has to wax. :)
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Jorie Graham: Sometimes its good to eat people's thoughts like bread and butter.
These are long, but try, bookmark them? a) Splendid Declivities & aslo at Berkley (this one should be pushed forward to 0:22.00 where she will talk a bit and then read and then answer questions late.
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The evolution of the "ampersand" (&)

my weeds 08

To tumbleword 2 here and Peace to all and Health too.

~ erosions (eros i ons)

2008-08-26T14:58:00.015-04:00

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When I was a baby my father snuck home a little dog, slipped it into my crib and called my mother to "come see something cute." Me, blowing bubbles or doing something drool-ish.

She looked at the puppy and said, No Way!
Already she had three children (plus my father) and later my brother on his way. The dog became my older sister's dog. :)
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There was a small lake in walking distance to the house and this dog loved to dash out to explore. He had to cross a street to get there and was hit by a car. He broke his leg, and had to stay overnight at the Vet. That evening, bad lightening thunder and rain came over our town. Our dog, alone and maybe scared jumped out a window (I don't know how). In the down-pour, all bandaged up he crawled across town, by scent or knowing--nobody knows how long it took; it was at least a 20 min ride by car. My mother, who is very intuitive heard something late, went to the door in her nightgown and there ... drenched and crying exhausted, the dog. He wanted to heal with his family.

Dogs are amazing; we don't give them enough credit.
My beagle bunny.
He's been a bit sick. Ever try to sneak medicine in dog food? He gobbles everything; I look in the bottom of his bowl, a tiny licked clean purple pill. How do they do that?
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It hurts me too: Elmore James & version 2 by Keb' Mo'.
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Talking Heads: Wild Wild Life. ... Because we're under Tornado warnings. I am going to bake Peanut Butter cookies; so to have something to clutch if I get a wind trip to Oz. A Tornado did touch down in Clemson SC near this college which is great at spying on students. But all looks well so far. : ) Except there is a problem out of Atlanta with airplanes and flights are all grounded. Stopped.
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Artist James Hampton, a janitor who collected tinfoil and trash to make this visionary work; Zoom in here . I was reminded of this when smosch (see these) linked to M. Tichy who reminded me of a ravaged genius Whitman. :)
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Bob Marley live in Boston 1979 No Woman No Cry

Peace and health to all, smile breath, smile, breath;: )
Link to Tumbleword 2 site.
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~ thinking s

2008-08-17T18:21:00.011-04:00

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Bound to ourselves for life
we must learn how to
put up with each other.
~W.H. Auden
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How are you doing?
Saw my first humming bird of this season today--tiny
body with breast plate of jeweltone greens hoovering in my window during breakfast. She came back two more times. It has never happened that I didn't receive one daily over the summer. They are usually plentiful. Proof I was a lax, lazy gardener this summer. Perhaps I should show off the weeds I grew. :)
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Someone is teaching us to speak Czech, very soon :-)
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Reverse Grafitti Project via This
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William Lamson : his Intervention 7 and also see his Actions 2 which for me is like a parody of gun slingers.
Strangely, a glass jar fell off the pantry shelf while we were watching this--it sounded like a shot.
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Peace to you all (practice smile yoga) & link to Tumbleword 2
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ice: linear breathings
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~ sweet chamber

2008-08-11T09:56:00.004-04:00

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Just to say hello.

Seems blogging is like opening a long window onto a balcony and speaking a bit to the air. After I go back inside, a recorded message of what is said, waits--just for you.
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Without your great comments, this blog would be dust mites. Thanks. :)
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Just reveled in a hunk of Rosemary Kalamata Olive bread with tiny slices of sharp Vermont Cheddar. It made me remember reading Heidi as a child. The children woke and tore bread and hunks of cheese and drank goats milk out of bowls and later sat to watch the sun splash over the hills. Such simple things, and to this day, I can't tear a wealthy hunk of bread and not think cheese. It is so easy to please in this regard. :)
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Provocative photos: Alison Brady via photo blog here.
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Ms. Billie Holiday: Comes Love, etc
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Can't paint over that portrait Van Goth ... paintings hidden underneath paintings can be found via chemical analysis of paint (minerals) and reproduced. Paint by elements. Fascinating.
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Peace to you all; practice smile yoga, Link to http://totouchupontheday.blog.com/
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2008-08-03T13:24:00.009-04:00

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Yesterday I saw two yellow finch splashing in an old ceramic bowl of rain water--they sat on the bowl's lip a bit to snuggle and preen. Once, I heard a strange knock on my front door. I opened it to see what shy small child might be out there wanting to sell cookies or something from school. Nobody stood there, a tiny yellow finch had thrown itself against the door and fallen to end on the WELCOME mat.
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Late last night owls hooted in the dark trees. I whistled up. A whoo, far off in the trees, answered back... at least I tell myself it did. Last night, owls were in my dreams. Does this happen to you, too?
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Slideshow * Boneyard of Signs from Vegas (forgive me i don't know where i found it).
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foggy hauntings: photos
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Listen to Aleksandar Hemon read and discusses Bernard Malamud’s short story “A Summer’s Reading” --* story : when books where vitaly important. Or hear John Cheever's Reunion (a very short story)
or choose your own from the Fiction Podcast Index.
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Peace to all, and link to Tumbleword's site (larger images)

airpot parking
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brotherly love (with a little help from old friends

2008-07-30T14:43:00.012-04:00

one blue eye one brown (old man now)
*
see what Frodo (tagged) is up to
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Last night I stayed up past midnight watching Cry, The Beloved Country. Noticed the book on my shelf just that morning and thought "read it next" so it seemed a synchronicity it was on cable. Watching it, I wept. I wept. I wept. (it is NOT that time of the month).
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The world sometimes seems full of such uselessly reasoned out pain, cruelty and judgement. One man against another (ideas setting them at odds); men who otherwise live side by side with such beauty, such potential for amazement. Then one man offers his heart, his hand. Then... (all is possible) for we write the story.
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am enjoying these drawings: you have to scroll down to see
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Love and am eating paragraph by paragraph like toffees individually wrapped. Found via this great blogger.
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Perhaps like the brotherly love photo below--people of the world should get together for a good drink and wear a silly hat and practice the new yoga, smiling and laughter. :)
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do practice your smile yoga--breathe smile laugh :) stretch it out, smile into the toes and up now, into the brain stem, tickle yourself in all the good places, very good. now, :) hold it, smile, :)
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Peace to all and link to Tumbleword origin etc.
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brotherly love (in boston not philadelphia) :)
photos: boston b
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2008-07-26T17:55:00.006-04:00

sunhat
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I was stirring red sauce earlier, adding coffee and a little dark chocolate while it simmered, and this popped into my head. Question to ask -- Who would I be if I had never read a book?
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Would I be the little child I remember early on, exuberant, creative, curious. Would I still hold that kind of heart?
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Would I be a person inventing a new language? A person finding a quiet rapture with nature?
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How would the essence of you be different—more intensified like a sauce reduced of extra content? Or limp, lifeless? Troubled?
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Every day of a life this question has an answer—unique and probably un-sayable (because we can’t go back and know; can we?)
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I used to have a book about a man who went into the woods and lived silently for a huge amount of years, maybe ten years. He said, by doing this he found the silence between the words, and I never forgot it; he said he found Spirit living there in the silence. Even now I can see his face—a mystic he became; his eyes a bit ravaged with inner light; his whole being open to the inner harmonics of the soul’s music; creation’s music.
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secretly i have always wanted a "geiger counter"
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Fractals of dreaming Sheep from Quark --fascinated me, especially the language used.
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Boz Scaggs (for Jimmy)
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Peace to all who enter here, and link to Tumbleword's origin
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: _) Smiling is the new yoga; laughing, too.
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2008-07-23T18:08:00.011-04:00

Reggiano Parmigiano reggiano parmigiano reggianio parmigiano

I like the rhythmic beauty of saying Reggiano Parmigianno. Try it. ")

6x outloud, then twirl and make a wish... a dizzy wish.

World peace could be one wish.

(i know you will do this more than once and you get a new wish every time).

Just subscribed to this website Fabchannel, live concerts.

So far have listened to this concert and Martha Wainwright (discovered here) and

because I love a man with a violin, am now here.

But there is so much more.

Have you seen these 3 posts, i also love her writing

and loving these. The comments show we each see differently. How do you see them?

on Flicker, love the sepia of these , and what is the answer to this?

peace to all of you & link to Tumbleword's other site (photos better there)

a socrates

2008-07-16T17:23:00.008-04:00

A pregnant woman carries a lovely glow, don't you think?
I am especially blessed by a tag from Karen (who is glowing
with a very special collaborative project Due out in October.)

Six things I like today.
Only six? That is hard to choose--

1~ The current moon—last night’s glowed like a spirit in love (or can I say …a pregnant woman).
2~ This video: Such Happy existentialists (phrase may be an oxymoron, but who knows).
3~ television sets that know how to “unplug” and take time OFF.
4~ blueberries *they have little crowns, and blackberries.
5~ Virginia Woolf (am reading some of her autobiographical writings again). I want to thank her...but

5B*** listen to her here at BBC.

6~ my brother’s voice: things he said yesterday still alive inside me. He has no idea how much I love and admire his strength, courage, sensitivities; (and his old nack for mischief)!
7~ Today's chance to sound my Barbaric Yawp

8~ this simply beautiful reminder that the world is old, and i am here such a short time.
9~ all of you who’ve entertained and taught me and spread kindness these months on this adventure/blog. Thank you!

I pass this tag to Christine (see also her new food blog); and Frodo Tachezy (who looks like he just might have something to say). :)

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Also, I was tagged by Seth with two beautiful awards.

& Seth’s awards make a person blush, they belong to everyone.

So I am tagging ALL of you to go check out Seth’s wonderful Art blog. I really love his two Greece Journal posts. Seth also has some great art links lined up to explore. Thanks Seth.

Peace to all of you. Link to Tumbleword's One site.

2008-07-09T11:49:00.005-04:00

a little hello. thanks for the great comments. You're making me think. Thanks.

.HAVE you seen this dress ?

Today my thoughts seem like glue, spread out somwhere.

I hope a fly doesn't enter the room. : )

Link : London Festival of Architecture from here.

Its so hot humid; songs for a humid day and Hot tramp.

a compost heap

2008-07-03T14:26:00.008-04:00

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All I want to know today is “who invented white hairs.”
One of you creative bloggers?
I don’t remember ordering any!
Maybe the UPS man delivers them in my sleep and glues them on. (He’s probably bald… or color blind … why doesn’t my dog bite his ankles?)

Do any of you know how to find him. Surely it wasn’t a woman inventing white hairs. We could, collectively, ask him to stop.
Just Yell out, stop the stupidity.

Also, while we’re at it, I’d like to find those who invented Nuclear bombs and hand guns and hate. Yes. I’ve hated the word “hate” since pre-kindergarten on first discovery. What kind of weirdo am I? Still that little girl, thinking little words can change the larger world.
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What would you like to cross off the list of a life.

Nationalism.
(ism)
Bondage.
Spit. (though I don’t want dry mouth)
Greed
war
Education (what exactly does this mean)?
sexism
+\=-?

Besides--
Why do we have “organic” food?
What is it in human genetics that can read scientific articles about “poisons” on our foods and yet accept it and go about our routine.

“Well those there celery stalks are just fresh and delicious sticks of poison, ma’am. Very crisp and refreshing. You can cut them up and lay them gracefully on a deliciously poison bed of rippling lettuce leaf. Have yourself a healthy meal.

“Them there peaches are just ripe with sprayed on bug repellent. Not a blemish on the bloom, if you know how I mean. It shouldn’t be a’bugging you that it causes cancers, should it ma’am?
If it does make you itch at night till you can’t sleep, well you can always buy you some “organic” produce instead.

Like there should be an option? ?
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H2o = two hydrogen atoms bonded with one oxygen atom.
What is really in my water?
You could be in there for all I know, washing dirty socks. Or washing the insides of a nuclear power plant. Its so hard to tell.
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Sorry.
I ate a sour pickle and a lemon for lunch.

: ) there. all better now?

Link Helen Caldicott (Press Watch) : this is long, but listen to it por favor. :)

Link The Firm: a Song: Radioactive

Back to Tumbleword's other site
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2008-06-21T18:36:00.011-04:00

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june 21

marks the half way point of a year--
it is thundering again, lightning flashing but dry so far.
One sister tells me a man was killed by lightning
while hiking with his wife near a small lake we used to jog and sled the hills of in winter ... his wife was also struck but lived.
*
Heard in the back of my head

Where you are going this summer
will it change your soul;
or just rest it?

*
Life is a dance.
beautiful expression (sensual) (i think she is the air)

Svetlana Zakharova here (revelation) (parts more) and longer

Zakharova and Tsiskaridze Midsummer Night's Dream 1
(and another version)
interperetations (both a shame to watch on utube so if you can watch large).
*
"Everyone can master a grief but he that has it".
- Much Ado About Nothing
(Act III, Scene II).
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to Tumbleword's first site
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to read the

2008-06-15T21:02:00.004-04:00

Green!

Yes. :) We're all watching the Boston Celtics --wishing them great luck tonight. After the amazing, amazing 24 point come back last game, am excited for this team's future. Love what I;m hearing about their coach, too. Back when the Celtics were cool gas prices were this and Larry Bird wore short shorts. :)

Today. A beautiful day. Full of happy people--thanks Mom.

Am loving this literary blog and always love to know what Jane Hirshfield's reading, too. Jane Hirshfield--she's another woman to go see read!

Also love this photo--i need snow, my soul.

After last summer's drought and heat wave?

To other tumbleword blog--

Peace, breath, love to all.

2008-06-12T14:57:00.015-04:00

Lots of company this time of year. My brother-in-law had a cancer removed and needs no further chemo or anything--we are grateful for that. Hot hot hot hot humid humid too; too hot for even pool parties i refused. We were singing (ahh..) Baby its Cold outside to stay cool and watching this. :) Try it.

Last night got great storms (i love a storm) with high winds, hail and down-pours. The temp dropped some 30 degrees. Thank you Thank you. About 700 people lost their electricity. The trees, ohhh large branches put downward, bowing, twisting dancing shaking it out, then thrown back upward in multi-layered winds. A furious beautiful friction in the leaves. A bit like looking at giant masts on a huge multi-mast ship from inside the Captain-ess's glass enclosed quarters. Everything in view, a storm tossed sea in the sky. Sails of clustered leaves were bending at their masts in all compass directions. it was exhilerating !

A small series of Silences ....

I just subscribed to this new Photo site, Women in Photography

it looks like some good dialogue might emerge. Hope so! :)

Alec Soth Photos

If your in Boston this month, some good readings here ; Enjoy the summer.

link to Tumbleword (larger images) site