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this waking dream: June 2006
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Thursday, June 15, 2006. A change of scenery. Behind Mark, the buildings are stricken by an urban sort of alpine glow due to the unusually warm and *clear* weather we had today. It's strange the comparisons that can be made between the urban and rural landscapes . and often there are unexpected similarities. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A new mom navigating the foreign but beautiful landscape of motherhood, while working to maintain a sense of self. View my complete profile. A change of scenery.
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this waking dream: July 2009
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Friday, July 10, 2009. In that space beyond consciousness. On the cusp of life. And you do not know fear. So why do I. Realizing with sudden urgency. The importance of now. The brevity of each passing day. Recoil from the cliff's edge. My heart throbbing violently against its cage. What is this paralyzing ache. That seeps into my bones. When I stare into the worn and weary canvas of my grandfather's face. Or when I am seized by the music of my youth. And I cannot breathe. On the cusp of life.
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this waking dream: April 2009
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Sunday, April 19, 2009. My mind is officially blown . Wednesday, April 15, 2009. A quote from Jack Kerouac's Desolation Angels. Hold together, Jack, pass through everything, and everything is one dream, one appearance, one flash, one sad eye, one crystal lucid mystery, one word - Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A new mom navigating the foreign but beautiful landscape of motherhood, while working to maintain a sense of self.
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this waking dream: Parallax
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Friday, March 27, 2009. Our need to measure. Is satisfied by these instruments we use. But is just as easily accomplished through awareness. Of where we stand. In the context of the whole. I, too, measure my life by parallax. Staring, unblinking, at the dawn star. Which seems to fade as the blue blanket that surrounds it lightens. The star itself has not changed. Just as when, finding myself. Moved to shed the weight of something I held dear. My being has not changed. I am simply seeing.
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this waking dream: my shoeless adventure
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Thursday, April 08, 2010. On April 8, people around the world who ordinarily wear shoes go shoeless to raise awareness of the millions of people who never have the luxury of wearing shoes. This year I decided to participate while going about my day as usual, and record my thoughts throughout the adventure. 6:00AM: Evelyn awoke crying, soaked in pee. I grumpily rolled out of bed barefoot, searched for my slippers, remembered it was April 8, turned up the heater instead. 10:35AM: Slowly walking down the st...
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this waking dream: January 2009
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Untitled poem before bed. 8220;Math is the language of the world,” you said after. I giggled to myself in wonder that I. Have a mathematician for a husband. Thinking then of the wonder of. And always quick to doubt the significance of. Numbers, quantities, lines, theorems,. I countered, “What about music? The swell of a symphony, the. Quarter half whole notes. Read by eager fingers and throats …”. But I had misunderstood. There I was thinking that math could bring. Fantastic,...
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this waking dream: the Void
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009. A quote from Jack Kerouac's Desolation Angels. Hold together, Jack, pass through everything, and everything is one dream, one appearance, one flash, one sad eye, one crystal lucid mystery, one word - Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be. Be the infinite fertilities of the one mind of infinity, make no comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shooting stars of thoughts, just flow. View my complete profile.
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this waking dream: December 2008
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Saturday, December 27, 2008. Another reason not to drive. For a few weeks now, I've noticed the tree squirrels in our neighborhood a bit more. And I've decided that this is because, as the air cools and winter begins, they are moving much slower. No longer do they leap between the oak trees in the canopy adjacent to the deck; we spot them, rather, loping along on the ground and lounging on the oak's branches. Monday, December 22, 2008. Facebook is sucking my soul. Wednesday, December 17, 2008. Day Some d...
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this waking dream: April 2010
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Thursday, April 08, 2010. On April 8, people around the world who ordinarily wear shoes go shoeless to raise awareness of the millions of people who never have the luxury of wearing shoes. This year I decided to participate while going about my day as usual, and record my thoughts throughout the adventure. 6:00AM: Evelyn awoke crying, soaked in pee. I grumpily rolled out of bed barefoot, searched for my slippers, remembered it was April 8, turned up the heater instead. 10:35AM: Slowly walking down the st...
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this waking dream: March 2007
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007. I'm back . for now. This here's a pic of Mark and me that we're using for our wedding invites (October 6! It's been nearly a year since I last posted, and I guess that it's because I've been busy? I spent the summer as an intern (re:slave) at. And, in all that time I have outside of work, (haha), I can still write what I want. Even if no one wants to read it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Im back . for now. Legacy Institute for Nature and Culture.
