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20 April 2009 @ 07:14 pm

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26 October 2008 @ 07:03 pm
"I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world,
or if the secret of secrets is inside me again." So wrote Jane Kenyon,
translating Russian poet Anna Akhmatova. At this juncture in history,
that's a feeling many of us have. Part of the time we're on the verge of
freaking out, half-expecting some new calamity to befall the world. Other
times we're awash in wonder and awe, catching glimpses of the
miraculous flow that's hidden just below the surface of everyday chaos;
we're tantalizingly close to understanding that everything is proceeding
exactly as it should. In the coming weeks, this excruciating poignancy will
-Rob Brezsny
02 September 2008 @ 12:24 pm
I'm usually in the middle of several books. Slowly juggling many nonfiction and trying to limit myself to only one fiction or narrative type book at a time. But lately it has exceeded even more than that. So I decided to write up a journal about all the books I happen to be working on at the moment. I even included some quotes :)

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02 September 2008 @ 12:22 pm

What Kind of Empath Are You?
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You scored as Traveler

You are a Traveler Empath, you come from a time & place far removed from here. You are an innocent, in search of your own kin and have a difficult time understanding this world. You are lost & only want to find your way back home. You bring unique gifts to this world and share them with a loving heart. Although very misunderstood, you are also very forgiving. (from the "Book of Storms" by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)











Fallen Angel






04 August 2008 @ 08:38 pm
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7
01 August 2008 @ 06:00 pm

note: for some reason my media player says "Gin and Juice" is by phish. it's really the Gourds.

in other news, lots of fun festivals/live musics going on this weekend :)
12 June 2008 @ 01:55 am
"The way of objective reflection makes the subject accidental, and thereby transforms exsistence into something indifferent, something vanishing." -unknown
12 June 2008 @ 01:33 am
"As if, for one powerful, engulfing moment, they were the same person, giving and receiving, as the stars faded into the predawn sky." -Neil Gaiman (Stardust)
Current Music: múm & sigur ros
27 May 2008 @ 11:41 pm
09 May 2008 @ 03:37 pm
by Veronica Shoffstall

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.