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Friday, February 22, 2008

There is a girl inside...me

This poem by Lucille Clifton speaks of me: there is a girl inside she is randy as a wolf she will not walk away and leave these bones to an old woman she is a green tree in a forest of kindling she is a green girl in a used poet she has waited patient as a nun for the second coming when she can... Sign in to see full entry.

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We are happiest when we are creating...

It is believed the highest state of which we are capable lies in the creative act. Love always creates. It never destroys. In this lies man's only promise. There is someone somewhere in need of our gifts of creation. Our abilities are the tools by which we show our love. Our creating will not be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Learning is its own reward...

All learning involves searching, find, analyzing, evaluating, experiencing, accepting, rejecting, practice and reinforcement. Immersion in life offers the best classroom for learning. We learn for the joy it gives us and others. The greatest guro cannot learn for you. He can only help by guiding... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Art's healing powers

Cathy Malchiodi's The Soul's Palette tells us the person who has experienced a loss of soul is unable to connect with others or make an inner connection to the self. Without the soul, one loses one's raison d'etre and is profoundly alone. Soul is the summation of the self, reflecting body and mind,... Sign in to see full entry.

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They who watch, stalk and wait...

while ice freezes, melts and freezes, again...Their skin was not different from yours or mine. They had fingers and toes that freeze. They could not run faster nor get more sleep even though their winter's night was nine months long, When blizzards died down and they crawled out their nine-foot high... Sign in to see full entry.

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Which are you?

I am just one of many personalities, a little girl who cries large teardrops when sad, I am a cartoon when my ego does not let my body do what my mind wants it to do, I am a writer when I can sit up and pull a sentence together, Only one of me has the upper hand inevitably relinquishing hold to the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

It is our head that is most in a hurry to leave the womb...

and get things started. I can almost remember that cold hazy day in St. Louis when I was born. There was something courageous about leaving the womb. I did my time. Mom did hers. I probably hadn't paid much attention to mom until I began shooting through what seemed like an endless wormhole into... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 8, 2008

What am I?...

I can be quite quaint or curious, Straight or curved, I can smear the best or run quite dry, Some ride me in their pocket, Or sit me on their ear, I have the power to make you cry, I have the power to make you laugh, I can surprise you, or notarize you, I can be black, blue and/or red, or I can be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 7, 2008

The Alcoholic

Rotted gutting, pickled lips and Blood shot eyes, violent limbs In the middle of sleep Protruding wormholes where the liver and heart should be Fading in and, a stranger A lover, a stranger, again Coal black days for his enabler, His breathing labored after Kissing me, him licking his lips loving... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

All those designed in God's image are...

I kind of believe all beings designed in God's image are created with a sense of spirituality, humor and need to love and be loved. All of us need to laugh. I really enjoy the funny responses in the bloggs. I wish I could do that. I need to work on letting my humor free. I know when I laugh, I am... 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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