June 2011
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A wooden Lady
It came to me while writing today, that I used to be a rock. A solid unmoving sturdy chunk of ‘being okay’ no matter what Rock; that you couldn’t shake my good nature. I withstood false promises and never… Continue reading
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Not in Harmony
Within me there is a frustrating dilemma, speaking out in a society that is uncomfortable about suicide or remaining silent. Silent seems dishonorable or maybe rude to not hear such an inhumane scream of suffering…indifference even. How is… Continue reading
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My own Little Plot
It is hard to believe that I lived a life without a self that I had disappeared from my life and had not even noticed it, for I left my life before I had a life. Without knowing I… Continue reading
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Wanting me to disappear.
I found it interesting that my mother’s voice still echoes in my head, that it rings out loud and clear each and every time I veer off her well-beaten path, my fear of disappointing her screams louder than the thrill… Continue reading
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Enter In
Julia Cameron writes in The Artist’s Way, “I like to think of the mind as a room. In that room, we keep all our usual ideas about life, God, what’s possible and what’s not. The room has a door. That… Continue reading
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Mine.
As I was reading Chapter Two of The Artist’s Way book by Julia Cameron, I found similarities between finding your artist self and leaving toxic relationships. She is leading you forward suggesting ideas and things that will focus on… Continue reading
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Art
The contrasts in life are incredible and their depths unimaginable, the reach between them are so they do not touch nor do they brush up against each other, two drastically different worlds, yet on the same planet living and breathing… Continue reading
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Shield of Pretending.
If you look at the way positive or negative feedbacks travel, they are exactly the same, leaving a person and landing within you, the only difference is the content or is the only difference from where it comes? Or is… Continue reading
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Same Piece.
Last night I viewed lots of different Art, and it seemed each Artist had a message or feeling of energy that came through the piece. The art piece said more about the artist than the art. It is… Continue reading
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Anything in Return.
As I walked into the Apartment Building yesterday, carrying my mail, two ladies standing in front of the wall of mailboxes met me; we all seemed to want to be in the same spot. They are knocking on… Continue reading
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