quietly thankful
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Publié :21/6/2006 16h56
Dernière mise à jour :23/5/2024 19h10 3346 vues
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for all of you who have prayed or sang or danced a tango for my friend skiddle
my eternal thanks
the news is not good but she is strong and already planning on a journal to leave for her little one, setting aside those cherished things that she so wants her daughter to have
knowing when you will die is a disconcerting thing but also in an odd way a blessing for her. she has time to plan and say all the things she wants to say and see all the people she wants to see and cherish a sunset or a locket box, or a precisely made cosmopolitan 
she said,"don't let me go, remember me"
i promise
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you are who you eat...............
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Publié :20/6/2006 17h06
Dernière mise à jour :23/6/2006 12h27 3447 vues
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bipolybabe asked these three questions and i answered in order, yes, yes, no and she suggested i say more and because she did, i will
Does your sexuality define you as a person or is it just one facet of who you are?
i found my clit when i was in second grade and promptly fell in love with myself. i had an aberrant view of sex (based on the 'nilla definition) for as long as i can remember and i was raised catholic so this delicious guilt played into it as well. winks at poly. sinning is not something i recognize as a reality - more like a purpose in life
Are you aware of moments or choices that have helped to define who you are?
there have been probably 5 or so "epiphanies" for me when my life either radically altered or i came to terms with my life as it was. each time, i was struck by how the moment of discovery was ticked over by something so ridiculously insignificant in the scheme of life altering things
an example - one such moment occurred as i walked to the bus down the same road, at the same time with the same purpose just like i had a bazillion times before and that time, i just stopped. i turned around, called and quit my job, left the man i was with, and moved within 48 hours
Do we recognize these turning points only after the fact?
sometimes, but really only if you're not paying attention, yanno?
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mofosob.............
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Publié :18/6/2006 10h28
Dernière mise à jour :21/6/2006 17h37 3498 vues
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i am ending my two weeks of vacation. in that time i saw my Sir exactly 7.25 hours. out of 360 potential hours which is exactly 2.09% of the entire time
now, i know manure occureth and we both have demands on our time but i had planned these two weeks only after checking with him and his calendar to give us some much needed time together.
for some reason, doing the math made me so pissed off i can barely see.
bottom line: i'm seeing red
ever feel like you're low man on the totem pole?
what did you do about it?
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to know him, was to love him
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Publié :18/6/2006 5h46
Dernière mise à jour :19/6/2006 13h44 3372 vues
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"my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height...
...and should some why completely weep
my fathers fingers brought her sleep;
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow...
....and nothing quite so least as truth
- i say though hate were why men breathe-
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all.
portions of an eecummings poem
i miss you daddy
WE
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send it up...........
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Publié :17/6/2006 14h10
Dernière mise à jour :18/6/2006 11h07 3365 vues
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once more with feeling....
tillerbabe needs our prayers and energy and visualizations for Brian
please go to her blog and then add her to your blog -
we can do this
WickedEasy
tillerbabe
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outside looking in..............
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Publié :17/6/2006 14h02
Dernière mise à jour :18/6/2006 16h35 3280 vues
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One day as Manjusri stood outside the gate, the Buddha called to him, "Manjusri, Manjusri, why do you not enter?" Manjusri replied, "I do not see myself as outside. Why enter?"
i was meditating on this koan this morning and began to spin a tale in my mind of the times when i have felt "outside", not connected. while the man at the gate felt no compunction to
"enter", most of us do. it isn't so much entering as it is not being left outside - the feeling of not belonging. as this occurred to me, it also occurred to me that the sense of belonging, is an odd thing - fraught with ego and fear. if i were to be the man at the gate, i would not worry about belonging. i would already belong.
feeling that i belong is dependent on my own self awareness. if i am fully present in myself i exist fully wherever i am. i am never outside but always where i am.
perhaps i am not explaining this well - but in the moment that i saw myself present - there was only "here" no out or in.
anyway - just a thought.
"something in me that doesn't like a wall"
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don't ya wish??
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Publié :16/6/2006 11h30
Dernière mise à jour :18/6/2006 6h03 3405 vues
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The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window.
"I've been waiting for you all day," the cop said.
The kid replied, "Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could."
When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket
every beat a ticket?
wanna tell us how?
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when bad things happen to good people
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Publié :15/6/2006 18h26
Dernière mise à jour :18/6/2006 11h28 3512 vues
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my friend skiddle was diagnosed with lung cancer. she is facing a profound battle and one that she may not win.
if you knew her - you would know that she is a fighter, proud, fiercely protective of her young daughter - not the least bit given to self pity or truth be told, asking for help.
so i'm asking for her.
tomorrow they will tell her if it is operable.
tonight, she needs to feel the power of love -
pray, meditate, sing, dance, laugh - and think her name when you do - help her make it through the night
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boobs and brains
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Publié :15/6/2006 13h26
Dernière mise à jour :16/6/2006 11h20 3884 vues
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i was called in from my vacation for the Mayor's council meeting where i chair the committee on gaps in services for the homeless.
we are nearing completion of the REPORT, and the nit picky sniping about words has begun. let it be known that my agency is the only agency that has compromised or been impacted in any way up until now. 20 men, me and a recording secretary yesterday and in the midst of my suggesting that it would be more acceptable to list recommendations without naming particular agencies, one man literally lifted out of his seat and snarled, "typical woman, defensive and petty".
at first i just sat there - waiting to see if ANYONE would say - "hey asshole, lighten up". no one did.
so i leaned forward, made direct eye contact and said in a sweet and gentle voice, "just because i have boobs, doesn't mean i am one".
the silence was deafening but then the secretary snickered and a few of my "allies" started to laugh and in the end....... i do believe i made my point.
here's the question:
anyone ever treat you like you were less than?
because of your sex, your sexual preference, your culture, your age?
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angels are needed again
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Publié :13/6/2006 17h29
Dernière mise à jour :15/6/2006 7h12 3505 vues
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my friend skiddledee is having some health issues
please ....... held her in your big old blogville hearts with me
thank you
WE
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Goddess of the Dawn - a poem
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Publié :13/6/2006 7h45
Dernière mise à jour :15/6/2006 7h11 3670 vues
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For She who Blogs
What is the sound of pain?
Is it black or deep crimson
or cold and harsh with no color
does it caress like a spring shower
or melt like a snowflake
caught on your tongue
do lips touching ease it’s dark intent?
What is the smell of loss?
Is it a weekend spent listening
For a phone that doesn’t ring
Does it group the memories
Seeing only the taking
but ignoring the giving
your head aches, opening the empty bottom drawer
why is love?
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the taste of summer..........
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Publié :13/6/2006 6h39
Dernière mise à jour :3/7/2007 9h38 3570 vues
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when i got home from VA, there was a bowl of the sweetest most succulent strawberries waiting for me
i remember picking strawberries at my Grandpa's - back breaking work but worth the effort - one for me, one for the pail, two for me, one for the pail -
slipping one of those red beauties into my mouth and slowly sinking my teeth in, the juice running sweet on my tongue, dripping down my chin, the heat of the sun on my back, the buzzing sound of cicadas in the trees
summer is here my friends - get off your computer and go taste it
grins
WE
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