Stolen moments

March 20, 2013

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I have read a total of 1800 pages over the past 10 and 1/2 days. Five books, two of them Terry Goodkind (om nom nom seeker of truth), two of them by John Green  ( if I was a dude and awesome I would write like this awesome dude) and a book on starting my own […]

Posted in: Book, health, Yoga

Hide and Seek.

October 26, 2012

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The waves of truth. My belief system is erm… not cohesive. Aside # 1: I would use the term cogent instead of cohesive here but the Grand Chu told me that it’s “too pompous” for everyday use. Point taken – though I do use it in every day conversation…along with heretofore, and hence and forthwith.) […]

Autumn Fugitive

October 16, 2012

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tl;dr – I like to run until I puke and salamanders are fucking awesome. Letting the fugitive rest. Fall. Sometimes it makes me go fallow. By sometimes I mean that I have no memory of it being any other way. From my first memory to this moment, fall has been my season of bedding down […]

Ariadne.

September 27, 2012

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tl;dr – There is a lot of goddamned deep here. Fair Warning. Ariadne [ˌærɪˈædnɪ] (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) Greek myth daughter of Minos and Pasiphaë: she gave Theseus the thread with which he found his way out of the Minotaur’s labyrinth Roots. I am close to my family, I am the […]

Posted in: Lessons, Life, Life Stories, Love

Dear Fall : Marry Me.

September 19, 2012

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Winter Cold. This morning I woke up to the cold. The sort of cold that sits in my joints & constricts my synovial fluid tight against tendon and bone. The kind of cold where I KNOW that my body will groan when I reach my toes beyond the edge of the comforter and this in […]

Posted in: Life Stories, Love, Nature

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

September 11, 2012

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I am tired. Weary in a way that seeps in along the sheath of my veins and pools, collecting at at my juncture points. ( As an aside these sheaths actually exist- it is made of fascia and wraps the vein in this protective layer of tissue. true story).Elbows and knees and and the place where my […]

Posted in: compassion, Humor, Life

W.B. Yeats. How I love you in this moment.

August 22, 2012

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Yes. Sometimes I just post ( gasp) poetry. Sometimes it says what I want to in fewer words 😉 SAILING TO BYZANTIUM I That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees — Those dying generations — at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, […]

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Posted in: Book, Inspiration

Dear Camus:Fuck You.

July 31, 2012

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When one is eating Skippy peanut butter from a jar and putting together a steam punk costume to wear to Burning Man…one tends to have questions bubble to the surface. Questions such as: “Really? Did I just eat a whole jar of goddamned peanut butter?” or “I wonder how these leg warmers will hold up […]

Eyelid Stories and the Great Below.

July 26, 2012

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Sometimes I don’t sleep. Fancy that. It’s been a lifelong “thing” so when I was young I developed this method. I would write myself to sleep aaand by writing I mean think myself to sleep – imagining words scrawled across the back of my eyelids – a story that disappeared as quickly as it was […]