Journaling in the land of Winged

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Even though my family was dysfunctional, we had love...

My pops was tall, dark and his most descriptive figure was his white hair and long white beard he sported for many years. My pops was like most men, a bread winner, giver of information and a controller. He ducked any kind of sentiment, and always absorbed himself in otherness. He collected cars,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Happiness and melancholy burns through even our best memories...

Personally speaking, I carry my subsequent ego on my back like a camel while my flesh continues widening and my gray hair competes for room on the top of my head. You see, for me there was always less air, less sunshine and less fun. The experience of my becoming whole and contented with my lot in... Sign in to see full entry.

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I am a wound-tight dreamer, lost in days and nights of pain...isolated...

I am depressed one day and striving to produce the next, with not quite 20/20 vision, sensitive ears and noisy fingers and mouth. Since I was a little girl, I’ve been on a kind of mental metamorphosis contemplating how each generation was supposedly built on the accomplishments of the last. I’ve... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 14, 2008

A Single mother's song of loss...

This is a picture of my granddaughter, Siara. She is five. She is a carbon copy of her mom when she was five. I miss that little girl all grown up now. I miss many who were in my life at one time or another, who disappeared into a world without me. Time passes so fast and we all change so much.... Sign in to see full entry.

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The work we give ourselves over to...with heart, soul, mind and body...

The work we do, New beginnings…of any kind of artful endeavor or new job is always such an awkward time. We must first shake off boredom, despair and/or fear, reminding ourselves the blaze of promise comes with sweat and zeal. We always have two choices – to do or not to do. We can sit like a gunny... Sign in to see full entry.

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Writing my life...excerpt from my book...

Going along with the theory that “to be human is to have a story to tell”…In my fifties, I awkwardly began the arduous task of expelling my pent up ooze into a serviceable form for you. I am not a doctor or teacher. I am merely a woman who has learned over the last years, giving is better than... Sign in to see full entry.

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A life remembered...Our family's hands...what we have in common...

I am to be a wound-tight neurotic dreamer, depressed one day and striving to produce the next, with not quite 20/20 vision, sensitive ears and noisy fingers and mouth. Since I was a little girl, I’ve been on a kind of mental metamorphosis contemplating how each generation was supposedly built on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

I am woman...An instrument of Love...

doing penace For I am not he I am she and not a myth Sometimes I must sleep alone and suffer trhe pain of division I stand behind my man because I am strong not weak. Only God can annul the paper made from the tree that bonded ManandWife. This is for the plight of all women, including Hillary and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Give yourself a hug, imaginate (Imagine & Create) your own joy...

I'm all about Art Therapy. When your heart hurts and your body is turning against you, what can you do to not give up on your god given right to joy. To be creative one need not be especially talented. Art has been given a bad reputation because it has long been disguised as the rich man's luxury. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

What Is Good?...What is real good?" I ask in musing mood.

"Order," said the law court "Knowledge," said the school "Truth," said the wise man "Pleasure," said the fool "Love," said the maiden "Beauty," said the page "freedom," said the dreamer "Home," said the sage "Fame," said the soldier "Equity," said the seer Spake my heart full sadly: "The answer is... 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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