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Panic is one of those states that is simply poisonous. Almost nothing good can come of it, and certainly nothing by our own intention ( Read more... ) -
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There is an entire string of text messages on my phone about Mega Blocks, and making a house and a toilet and a kidney out of them. Ridiculous.
I finally found a good reason to get into the Cocteau Twins; really, I should have been listening to them years ago.
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Ah.
It's still here, and so am I.
Yesterday was July 4th. A difficult day.
Not much for now, but for now, let it be said that one chapter has ended, and another has begun. It was clear, unequivocal. It was, however, not comfortable.
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And upward.
x-posting at the Chapel
To say that 2011 was a difficult year is something of an understatement. Our country, already struggling with a very upsetting period in economic history, one which has fueled a progressively histrionic election season and laid waste to many people’s jobs, has found itself in a bit of an identity crisis, unable to decide ( Read more... ) -
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This is really happening.
There is an exercise which involves tapping into different emotions (actually, more being receptive to them). They are listed as "wish", "hope", "believe", "accept" (or "obey"), and "love ( Read more... ) -
A rough week.
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a dream about the circle--we'd just begun with a new way. it moved from working with guitars, no amps, freely moving, to guitars optional. purely improvisational. it was like the orchestra, in dance and music: all sounds were intentional in nature ( Read more... )