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posted by
Temple
on December 9, 2005 at 5:30 AM
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see how much my best friend loves me?
she doesn't even read my blog...mush less leave a comment... ::: sniff ::::
posted by
Temple
on December 9, 2005 at 5:29 AM
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Cass, well, I have to keep coming back and resetting goals...
Shifting perspective, reminding myself what I'm doing over and over. But, failure only means that you don't get up when you fall down, not that you fall down. Thank you for the admiration on that, I just sort of look at it as pure survival. I don't know what to say to anyone reading me with awe....a very humble thank you and deep appreciation. You're pretty special yourself, Cass. 
I'm glad you liked this post. It was a special, and difficult one in the making, for me.
posted by
Temple
on December 4, 2005 at 7:18 AM
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I believe in vision too and goal setting and taking action. All of which you do so admirably. Your posts give us a small insight into your world and I read them with awe. You are a wonderful person.
posted by
Ca88andra
on December 3, 2005 at 7:07 PM
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BlancheDubois, you hit it right on the money.
It's the lack of hope that brings them there, I think. Dreams and daring can be dangerous, but they can also be brilliant and bright and wonderous. That's what keeps us really living. I hope you are dreaming, too.
posted by
Temple
on November 27, 2005 at 1:07 AM
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Temple,
Maybe what those "egg shell" people have lost besides joy and wonder is the ability to hope. Because dreams are daring and dangerous. Keep dreaming.
posted by
Blanche.
on November 26, 2005 at 9:41 PM
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B, you're totally right about that.
Problem is, I can't even seem to create the norm. That is the ultimate goal these days. Thanks for reading. :)
posted by
Temple
on November 26, 2005 at 4:18 AM
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Frankenkitty, our bodies are so weird.
So many things can fuck us up, it's impossible to keep up. I'm having a weekend, I wouldn't say good. I'm doing what I do in these times...learning, reading, writing, reflecting. Digging out, I guess. Right now my own lack of discipline is causing my insomnia...I just keep thinking maybe if I stay asleep I could sleep through the holidays, creating the weirdest sleeping pattern ever. (It's not working.) I'm actually sleeping, too much, just at weird ass times. I should stop analyzing myself. I'm like a Rubik's (sp?) cube...I never got that fucking thing either. I'll get over it, I always do. Thanks for thinking of me, and I hope you are well, too. I hope the holidays aren't too very horrible without your Dad, or for your Dad.
posted by
Temple
on November 26, 2005 at 4:17 AM
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You're right about changes that cause us stress. All deviations from the norm cause anticipation, stress and fear. Once we're in the midst of it, we hardly fear its happening.
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on November 26, 2005 at 1:22 AM
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Hey you. Hope you're having
a nice weekend. I read a book about stress causing high instances of cortisol in the body, which could be a cause of the insomnia. Flying did this to me and I came home and broke out in poison ivy. My yard is covered in it, and my cats always have it in their hair, but I only get a poison ivy outbreak when I'm stressed out. Isn't that wierd? A bad period can cause it too. Anyway, I hope you're doing good.
posted by
Flumpystalls3000
on November 25, 2005 at 6:46 PM
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May, I suppose you're right...strings of thought or inspiration come from
anywhere, so who knows what people will come up with when they read? That's where I get my ideas, too.
I'll go look at your posts and give you my thoughts. :)
posted by
Temple
on November 24, 2005 at 5:43 PM
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To save you having to wade through my other posts the one in question was on Wednesday, November 16, 2005
"Ripped Off. Is This A Writer's Worst Nightmare?" and
Wed 23 Nov "Freelancer's Diary: It's A Writer Eats Dog World". Sorry about lack of links. If you use macs you've got to write bloody Html
posted by
Azur
on November 24, 2005 at 2:26 PM
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Yes I thought I got that but who can account for the chains of thoughts we set off in our readers? ;-)
I wasn't really talking about the bricks and mortar in any literal sense just how shallow pressures can get in the way of letting our existing homes be a haven for others . My place has too much stuff, books everywhere, toys, is always a bit messy and yet people come in and say this is nice and they say it because they feel at home.
BTW, I was quietly hoping for your opinion on what I should say to my friend whose creative idea was ripped off which I mentioned in a couple of recent posts?
posted by
Azur
on November 24, 2005 at 2:20 PM
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Rach, I did...!
I'm just vewy, vewy quiet. :) The universe does seem to work in cycles. Hopefully we're cycling inspiration and vision right now.
posted by
Temple
on November 24, 2005 at 7:03 AM
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Great writing and thoughts...
It's as if you stole the things I think on a daily basis right out of my head!
posted by
RachelAnna
on November 24, 2005 at 6:34 AM
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May, I was speaking of having vision, whatever that may be.
So, if you want to have a family, lots of company, a house full of people, and you think you shouldn't buy that house because you don't yet...I say do it, have the vision that it will happen. I wasn't speaking of any particular type of house. I visit those I can when the opportunity arises, which is not often, as they do me, and who's house is better isn't really a factor. Who has the money to travel usually is, unfortunately. I really was only saying to try and create what you want...the build it and they will come philosophy. It's not within my financial means to make this place very homey for others yet, but it's on the list.
posted by
Temple
on November 24, 2005 at 6:27 AM
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I was thinking about what you said about creating the home to be filled by people. Some people's tiny cottages are full from the start because of what's in their hearts and people love to go there. Others create a mansion and then are desperate to share it but rarely get to do so. This week we were invited to the home of some people who had got to know some relatives overseas. They had a huge, beautiful house, which had almost empty box rooms and empty walk-in wardrobles. We know because They were very eager to show us the house that they pour much of their energy into - it is the complete opposite of my chaotic house.
For a moment I thought how can I invite them to my place and then I thought they must take us as they find us. They love to receive people and I can tell they love to visit people too. We want people to fill our houses but once in a while we must remember the gift of filling other people's houses, no matter how humble.
posted by
Azur
on November 23, 2005 at 10:40 AM
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Original, thank you very much.
I have so many thoughts, I have to put them some where or my head will blow up! There is too much going on in there, so, I write. :) I'm glad you liked it.
posted by
Temple
on November 22, 2005 at 8:08 PM
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Wishing you well....I love the way that you write. So much
thought.
posted by
Original_Influence
on November 22, 2005 at 7:24 PM
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Dog, I didn't mean to come off harsh...
Just clarifying. It wouldn't be hard for me to give this up. Not at all. :)
posted by
Temple
on November 21, 2005 at 9:43 PM
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Temp
I only meant that the juxtopisition of sadness and beauty (which I thought you done done very well in this piece by describing the scene in which you found yourself) gives to me a profound feeling - undescribeable, but profound. I call it meloncholy. I'll be more clear in any other comments I make.
be well
-smartdog
posted by
smartdog_670
on November 21, 2005 at 9:23 PM
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Smartdog, nothing is sweet about this.
I find no pleasure in melancholy, nor do I feel this is that. I would walk out my front door and leave every single thing in my life behind, EVERY THING, if someone gave me a chance to start over without this fucking injury in my head. I only want a life, like everyone else. With the things people take for granted every day. People seem to think it's so easy, that I like these in between places, but they couldn't be more wrong. But, then again, no one would really know. I don't show it -- how much it really hurts, not to anyone, not one person...and no one is here to witness it. Jimmy always said I minimize everything, which I guess I do. Self-preservation. Witnessing sunsets...that's easy. Living in them, that's the hard part. Nice to see you on my pages again.
posted by
Temple
on November 21, 2005 at 9:14 PM
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Temp
Meloncholy has such a sweet taste; it's hard to give it up. I hope you find as many sunrises like this one as you need. They await you.
-smartdog.
posted by
smartdog_670
on November 21, 2005 at 9:00 PM
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...lol...Reni...
First tea, now cats....your hubby would kill you. And, think I have some weird kind of mind control thing going on here!
posted by
Temple
on November 21, 2005 at 4:25 PM
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Libby, those moments are gifts...salvation sometimes.
I wouldn't have survived this ordeal without them, but I had to teach myself to see them and appreciate them. That was the hard part...and shifting back into seeing them when life gets really bleak. The inspiration for the house came from a movie actually, called, "Under the Tuscan Sky." (I think) She buys this big house and then is distraught because she's alone and what the hell is she doing (she just got divorced....in case you haven't seen it). What struck me is, she said...I want a wedding here, a family here, to cook for people. Suddenly, she put her energy into making her house a home, and she had all those things, and if we are to believe the ending, for herself, too. The writing was great on that movie. They also talked about the train tracks by that house....they built them before any train could make the trip. Vision. I'd seen the movie before, but this time the words were being sung by angels as if just to me. Then, when I saw your post, I knew I was looking for lessons and finding vision. Inspiration, lessons, the message, it really is everywhere. xo
posted by
Temple
on November 21, 2005 at 4:24 PM
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SilverMoon, thank you for such sweet words of encouragement.
I am working at doing just that. I do believe that pain and struggle are not here to torture us...but to bring opportunity for growth. It's hard to see in the middle of it, and we wonder why some people seem to have so much more than others. Love and light to you also.
posted by
Temple
on November 21, 2005 at 4:18 PM
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Damn you. All that talk of cat kisses almost makes me
want to get another one...
posted by
Renigade
on November 21, 2005 at 3:37 PM
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They're real gifts, those moments when we are reminded of the good things about ourselves. I hope your comment on my post was inspiration for a tiny bit of your post (the part about the house.) Maybe getting thrown off of your schedule has been good for you. Sounds like it!
posted by
Holy_Grail
on November 21, 2005 at 3:33 PM
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Keep that beautiful head held high, Temple. You are brave. You have immeasurable value. I'm so pleased you had a good time in Florida, and that you came away so much richer for it. Much love...
posted by
SilverMoon7
on November 21, 2005 at 5:06 AM
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