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Sunday, April 20, 2008

How lonely it is to live...wrote David Ignatow after his wife died.

Figure of Hermines Fastening his Sandal. (Lysippus. c 300B.C.) How lonely it is to live, What am I waiting for by living, in the morning especially, as I awaken to the silence of the trees? Do I think I can write myself out of this to form an other who will keep me company? That other is nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

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When one has lived a long, long time alone...a poem for him!

Old Main Leaning on a Staff, both front and back, Artist Unk. Mexican, Huastec culture sandstgone 22-5/8 in. St. Louis Museum one holds the snake near the loudspeaker disgorging gorgeous sound and watches him crook his forepart into four right angles, as though trying to slow down the music flowing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 13, 2008

The important thing to remember is that everything cannot be grasped at

One of my own ceramic sculptures, approx 8" high once and that all lessons are not of equal important. I've learned a lot of lessons in my fifty-some years. Some stuck better than others. The lessons I learned that were painful were lessons I can't always forget. I've been embarrassed and humiliated... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Likes and dislikes - the ones that show up over and over...

I like to pictures of the mountain Peaks around Hot Springs, Arkansas. Many of us go around with blinders on not open to change or looking. around for the beauty that is all around us. Sometimes we have to change our focus to see the beauty. Maybe we don't see others as an adventure.There is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Big Lies...that men and women are fundamentally the same; that a woman's

attractiveness to men would increase with her achievements; that it is possible to have it all; that we cannot be a president, we are too emotional. We are more attuned to our feelings, that is true. Little girls and grown women care more about love than they do about the law. This is not true. As... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

I always though my problem was not good enough genes not jeans!

Mom smelled of Tabu perfume and whiskey when I was a child following her around. She wore pancake powder make-up she valued like money. She had high Indian cheekbones and oval complexion that emphasized her small thin lips outlined with Cherry Red Lipstick. She had a full head of curly dark brown... Sign in to see full entry.

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There's a lot we cannot do. But, there is a lot we can do!

Turning my memories into organized stories made perfect sense to me in my optimistic times. In those moments when my libido ran out of steam, I fervently bargained, “Not my will, but yours, Lord. Please help me do your will!” For you see, a writer cannot write without hope. With hope any ordinary... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

You can call these words your own thoughts, if they apply to you...

my world is getting smaller every day. My mind is where I go to breathe in the darkest, to live in the darkness, my vision is not as good as it once was, my hearing is going to; my mouth is a dry and airy place, but I'll set my stage here, I will eat, pray and feed and live completely for the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 4, 2008

" Oh, mama, I have loved you in days and in my dreams."

One morning long ago, I sought relief from my disintegrating life in the green grass and peace of the land around mom’s grave. I bent down kneeling slowly over the cold metal nameplate that adorned her grave saying with as much drama as I could muster, “Mama, have I got a story for you. I’m sure you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Why are we so hard on ourselves?

If I had known grandchildren would bring me so much pleasure, I would have had them first. Of course, now I have the time and energy to appreciate them. Now I can be their host and their friend at my convenience. I can tuck them into bed with love and read to them like I always wanted to do with... Sign in to see full entry.

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My journaling is kind of a walk through my mind while searching for joy through self-expression. Though it was never my original intent, my concern quite naturally turned from the idea of me "feeling good" to the idea of you "feeling good." I personally believe being engaged in writing and art making is better than not andliving without depression, pain and anger is better than living with them. Check out my websites, www.sculptingtheheart.com. I thank you for your comments to insure my own growth as a writer and artist.

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