Journaling in the land of Winged

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

This is a fable-like story of Pwdre Ser, rot or mud from the stars...

I was Pop’s girl right from the start. Pops bounced me up and down on his stomach. With my Mom screaming all the time, “Stop, Put her down!” Pops and I laughed and ignored Mom, which made her angrier. The trailer rocked. Then he turned his earphone off. Not hearing was a good thing for him. Pops was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

Two by two, vows were broken...

setting off a tender trap, One or both cry, “Name it and you can have it, Just don’t leave...” One by One, Vows were broken, Pain-ignited implosions, set off a tender trap, Two by Two, left one without, My skin crawled and I was itching to be touched, I smiled too much, moved in too close, Didn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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What is really important? Do you wear many hats? Are you perfect?

My child within is that part of me that romps, plays and shows a good sense of humor. She is also that part of me that fills me with creativity and gives me the adrenaline to do the work creativity requires. She guides my hands in peeling away all that is incidental, keeping only that part that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

MacLaren says, “God sends us many love tokens, and among them are the...

great and little annoyances and pains that beset our lives, and on each of them, if we would look, we should see written, in His own hand, this inscription: “ For your own good.” I am no different from other women who sought adventure and self-gratification when in my prime. Unfortunately, my hopes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 22, 2008

Mom and me...One thing I know for sure, love did not come natural...

It had to be an individual decision on our parts, mom and me. Mom was not a nurturer. Orphaned herself, she didn't know how to love or give love. In a world awash with so many words, it now seemed odd to me we spent so many years nitpicking each other crazy with the same words over and over. Maybe,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Many of us experience a healing mission for their art...

beyond commodity. Our aim is to create selflessly in the service of a higher power directed to the good of all. In my mind art should be an accessible shared experience, one that reflected a deeper connection to a higher wisdom that benefits us all. If only I could change my world for the better,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Even if we're close, intimate, loving and tender, out children can take...

in as much sensitive information as they can handle at any one time. Us girls, we're suppose to be sugar and spice and everything nice. And boys are made of snakes, snails and puppydog tails. Boys handle sexual information much better and healthier than us girls. As us girls got older we waited for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I live to run and run to live...

with not quite 20/20 vision, sensitive ears and noisy fingers and mouth. I have the tendency to tone down, exaggerate, and/or camouflage reality. To be honest, I’ve also smudged the line between fact and fiction for the sake of art. I keep coming back to the thought that without desire, my inner... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I'm most susceptible to flattery. That is how others get what they want...

In my crazy family, the ability to manipulate effectively is the key to power. I guess this is true in most families.How does one get what he wants. Most don't like to be manipulated nor do they like manipulative people. But look around, those are the one holding us down. The two who tells us two... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Our first home without wheels was on the Mississippi River in St. Louis when I was ready to start kindergarten. I got my first real bed to sleep in not just a lower kitchen drawer they tucked me in at night. We were all happy Pops got a good job at a factory on the river as a welder. He actually... 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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