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Sunday, June 22, 2008

Thanks to all for your comments...All paths of creative expression lead us

to healing and recovery through God. When we make the invisible visible, we indulge our creative side and make something or write something never seen before. Everything we bring into our lives with love is an opportunity for healing and recovery. True poetry and heartfelt writing are bridges for us... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 21, 2008

I and the Village (1945) by Chagall...

This picture reminds me of Blogit. We're all so different and together we make a wonderful collage of artists. Variety puts us in touch with the uniqueness and potential of others as well as ourselves. We may run for the hills or hang in there and welcome all the differences in our styles. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 20, 2008

An educated heart..finds beauty whereever it is:

Everything can be done beautifully by an educated heart, from the writing of a poem about a walk in the garden or a song of love played by an admirer. You never have to ask, "What did you say?" of an educated heart. Their glowing faces warm our hearts and we smile back. Giving kindness to others is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Christ Mocked by Soldiers (1932) Rouault

Jesus is sitting not standing with nothing around him to gather our senses on, we can only consider closely what he will or won't do next, as he went about his business of the universe relentlessly withholding his radiance and splendor, as the winds spindled him into the fabric of God's making. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

We wish for love...but fear is what we wish would not happen...

Fear is what we wish would not happen, If it does, what will we do? Are we willing to learn the truth? When fear of love tears at our chest, we become dumb unmanageable things, when we can't say, "I love you," when its moment is true, Why do so many of us come to love's edge only to be stranded... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 13, 2008

From The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. This poem have much to do with rhythm and meter. Necessities in writing a good poem. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Old age has honored us..with toil, sweat and tears...and .

dancing endorphins, more than we need. When I look in my mirror, I see us sitting for an hour or so feeding on wild berries, in a little clearing near the pines just above the pond, we watched white geese applauding while others were diving for brunch, the red bird sang to us, while we laughed... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Before taking on the personality of a moth, I was seduced

into waiting like every other woman for her man in the garden of true love, a dark place I cannot walk away from, a madness has taken over, through weeping lids half of me was cursing you, while a female willow trembled knowingly, when she moaned a little, the hairs on my wrist stood up and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 9, 2008

If you want to be a poet...I bid you the prowness of knowing when to

to listen and when not to listen, I bid you to listen to those who have been praised for their powers of language, their insight, their gift of gab, I bid you to listen to the children who are always on, I bid you to forgive to those who listen to no one, I bid you the joy and splendor of a quiet... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 8, 2008

The last time I saw my mom...her flame was burning out...

Each moment was longer than the next, ceremoniously, gravely, and weakly, a madness took over, afraid to live without her, I felt like I was a daughter on fire, pure panic erased my good sense to say good-bye passively, respectively, slowly, my rage turned to guilt, I was watching a profound,... Sign in to see full entry.

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