stitches ~Some wounds need stitches to heal



7/9/2011
it's....it's because

I never get the chance to use the word 'our' when writing.  It's because, I imagine, it's what I do.
10:55 am pdt

6/4/2011
When the mountain has an itch
4:30 am pdt

4/4/2011
empty space of forgotten
voices once heard now silent
people once alive now dead
as the present is opened
revealed:
an empty space of forgotten
6:18 am pdt

2/12/2011
Today I woke singing
I will truth
I will love
I will happiness
nettle, thorns and stew.
Bathe in the dust,
sing in the dark.
The curtain, it's certain.
12:32 pm pst

11/7/2010
Teirs
Shedding 'teirs', freedom expands the boundaries of what is known.
1:32 am pdt


11/5/2010
Invisible things don't need to hide
I wonder what is the matter.  I noticed something missing.  Not found in it's normal place.  I need it to do what it always has done.  Ever since I can remember.  Could it be I have lost the ability, grounded, why do I sense this loss.  Everything changes it's time to let go.  So, really it's nothing new. 
5:17 am pdt

10/9/2010
Instead I chose a different path that better suited my cadence.
6:25 am pdt

9/13/2010
At a point in time when everything was going good, troubled by the certainty.  Underneath the chaos, did I deserve better. 
12:18 pm pdt


9/8/2010
a picture
Her unblinking eyes and static smile make her look permanently attentive, and disinterested at the same time.
11:59 am pdt

8/31/2010
equal
We're all created equal, until we speak.
7:34 am pdt


8/26/2010
My dreams have all died, because they were nightmares for you.
6:52 am pdt


8/22/2010
Dichotomous living
Allowing for new discovery, new ideas, new feelings, all the things that were cast off and ignored.  To acheive the highest potential of what is possible all things must be considered.  That has yet to happen.  The old method of thinking set aside too many valuable notions.  It is too late to try and make room for them now.  A new way of relating to life is possible for a generation that has yet to struggle with what concepts are important, the things that make up their lives.  Who will stand in their way? Who will tell them no?  Who will attempt to harness and control their perception? 
Dichotomous living the flow
3:32 am pdt


8/15/2010
I've been wrestling with the concept of the 'set in stone' path of life. I marvel at the steadfast nature of beliefs.

1. This is what we all think (mimic)

•Revolutionary because someone is saying it.
•How to act from now on. (stereotype)
•Demonstrated through actions. (acceptance)
•Dependant on outside influence.

2. This is what a select few think (elite)

•Ingenious in that there is no choice.
•How to act under certain circumstances. (manners)
•Demonstrated through outward appearances. (standards)
•Dependant on predictability.

3. Only we think this way (isolate)


•Liberated through realization.
•Reaction. (maintain control)
•Demonstrated symbolically (impractical reality)
•Dependant on opposing views.
2:18 pm pdt

pot o' gold
Like a pot of gold.  Found in a hidden place.  Always full.  It's value secure.  Never needing, never wanting.  A value diminshed to it's core.  I'm not like them, I'm different you'll see,  It's not fair to ask me to prove my worth.  Why should I hide my good deeds. 
6:56 am pdt

7/26/2010
eaten an apple, close to the core
swallowed a seed, bitten and chewed
tasted a flavor, not forgotten
shaped like a star, further away
beget and begotten
forget and forgotten
2:15 am pdt


7/23/2010
in this valley
There is an agenda in this valley that becomes visible anytime you stretch your arm out from your body. Sometimes it feels like a punitive smack. Other times there is a slow burn. Always there is a feeling of isolation, and uncertainty. A feeling of desperation can occur instantly. Another common sensation is that of being abandoned. The feeling of being swindled flashes dimly and consistently. I think it is why I love this area the way I do, because no one can escape the ever present current that fills this valley. Surrounded by a turbulence of emotions like a body of water. I've watched it's effects on people. I lived it's effects on me. I was drawn here because the reality of my life left me no options, and no comfort. I found a place that over amplified my real life, and strangely found a sense of accomplishment, a victory.
At first I felt envious. I recall thinking everyone is rescueable except me. Then I realized I was condemned to swim freely. Surrounded by misery. People drowning in this sea of emotion. I found a place I could connect with. A place that expected something of me. A place that gave back to me, and responded to my actions. A connection to the land.  A place to grow roots.
6:43 am pdt


7/21/2010
easily
In the desert water moves along the ground unable to penetrate.  A lack of water created barrier.  Water turns to mud, sticks easily to travellers feet. With a willingness to be carried away.  Easily an irritant, easily dried and brushed away.
12:02 pm pdt


7/19/2010
stance
dance
trance
instance
resistance
The edge of my vision I see, things that aren't there, my imagination, my cage.  Trapping me, tamed.  At the center of my vision straight ahead, is nothing, everything.  My hands down at my sides, my feet beneath me.  Planted and growing.
Flowers dance in a field from atmospheric pressure, pushed, shoved.  The spotlight sun demands a performance.  Without an audience there is freedom.  Freedom that happens when things can be forgotten.  Remembering comes with the risk of knowing.  Knowing has an urgency that requires, expects. Harnessed.  Tamed.
6:42 am pdt


7/17/2010
Life will never stop long enough for me to get my turn, all I get is every moment that I breathe.
12:49 pm pdt


7/14/2010
wanting
a structure built on a foundation
a structure built from the top down is like an outstretched arm, lacking a base.  Idealing a fall to the ground, take root.
Too many the hero built into the structure. 
5:18 am pdt


7/12/2010
The responsibility of knowing the quality of truth.
Does the quality of truth matter?
Am I to believe you wanted to go through all this out in the open?
Exposed to judgment.
Evaluated by jagged unrefined emotions.
Dissected and analyzed, by strangers.
To be evaluted by the unqualified masses.
For what?
What for?
a trophy to sit on a shelf to collect a layer of dust to breathe life into when you need affection.
9:26 am pdt


7/8/2010
There is a big diifference
between small details, and few details
8:00 pm pdt

earthquakes
Is the earth angry when it shakes.
Trying to assign emotions to a situation when few details exist.  Drawing conclusions out of frustration.  Making plans in anticipation.  Where does my life begin within this maze of confusion, a constant changing process.  This place where nothing matters.
5:32 am pdt


7/5/2010
The day after independence day
I always expect a big shake up, a jolt in reality.  I guess it's just me that this sort of thing happens to.  My mind fills with thoughts, I presume are of my ancestors.  In those moments I can see clearly.  Before today is over I'll realize the only place I've gone was in my mind.  It's always interesting to encounter people that seem as if they have read my thoughts.  It starts as a coincidence, and then goes into a different direction.  A misinterpretation takes place, but the reason this happens is unknown.  (intentional, or ignorance)  Why would a sane person want to try and understand a person that appears to be insane.  Who knows what their ancestors are telling them.  Living relatives shape our perspectives as much as our deceased relatives.  The popular notion that people are inspired by world events, strangers, chance encounters doesn't make sense to me.  Humans aren't interchangeable.  That's the concept used to sell products.  If the truth is we are interchangeable what is jealousy, greed, fear?  If we are interchangeable why aren't we all suspects in every crime that is committed.  If we are indistinguishable from each other.  Who benefits from people believing we are all alike.  Who benefits from people believing our lives are interchangeable?  Who benefits from people believing we are indistinguishable.
5:22 am pdt


7/4/2010
exaggerated living
choosing freedom over insanity
8:00 am pdt


7/3/2010
This is a symbol of me
) I (
9:25 am pdt


7/2/2010
perfectly like pieces of a puzzle
5:49 pm pdt

6/30/2010
How little we humans know about each other.  Human understanding is by far the most abusive (and abused) of all interaction.

This, the time of last straws, the breaking point.  The boundary of self, the things that don't change.  The place were winners find emptiness, and losers find meaning.  Anything more is insanity, anything less is too. 
4:33 pm pdt


6/27/2010
The world of nature is waiting for you to wrestle with your truth.  A thing called trust comes at a price, it's not for sale, because you have to earn it.
7:00 am pdt


6/25/2010
in divid u al
dna and finger prints tell us we are each unique individuals
1:43 pm pdt


6/24/2010
Choice is an enviable position
deciding
getting what is wanted
knowing what is wanted
finding
when choices become available
moving through life
seeing the effects
focus changes
3:49 am pdt


6/21/2010
I hate the inbetween places
I never know what do to, even though things always work out fine, times like this always make me nervous
1:06 pm pdt


6/19/2010
for-rest-for-the-trees
you say, you say
you say I'm being difficult?

no way, no way
no way I'm in control

today, today
today is just like yesterday

until, until
until the problem solved
5:47 am pdt


6/14/2010
before I never looked back, now I have to look twice
7:31 pm pdt


6/9/2010
Those who can 'deal with' reality.
Those who can't  'deal in' reality.
5:26 pm pdt


6/4/2010
exhaustion, weeding and uniformity,
growth that is quick, and sporatic.
chaos and the irregular nature of being
12:13 pm pdt


6/1/2010
opulent
Weeds will grow in the roadway if everyone avoids them.  People continue growing too, just because you don't know I'm here doesn't mean I don't exist.  Ignoring something doesn't make it vanish.
5:25 pm pdt

5/26/2010
Things that need to be considered, when adventuring through life:
  • who you are now
  • how you came to realize it
  • consequences
  • fine distinctions
7:52 pm pdt


5/15/2010
I have found that most people figure out during their life how to create the illusion of happiness, or misery. I think it is a shield (persona). What a person feels within or without is for them to tune into. If I am too stupid to see the Emperors fine new clothes, it is my right to be happy about that. Playing along rarely means agreement.
9:48 am pdt

4/18/2010
There are plenty of things that can't be changed, but people are led to believe they are making changes. I think there's confusion because though maybe things can be changed superficially, there is no real change taking place.
11:00 am pdt


4/14/2010
The cog in recognize
In another era distorting a persons perception was considered magic, and punishable by death. We live in a time it's common for people to distort perceptions. The illusion of wealth. The illusion of intelligence.  Fata Morgana, mirage. Weary travelers can be led astray, seeing an image that isn't there. Most of the planet earth has been traveled. Modern technology helps us to find our way. Exploring the territory within ourself is the journey of life. The power of the individual is no illusion. The art is knowing how to recognize what is real.
4:32 am pdt


4/12/2010
Rapt in knowledge.
being female is a territory.  To explore the territory of the feminine.  For a woman it is what is expected of us.  For a man to explore the feminine it is manipulative.  There are reasons why reality has many perceptions.  There is no envy amongst women, we each in our own way want what is best for others.  The problem is expressing feelings.  Duality serves to communicate lesser acknowledged ideas.  To create a fullness, a richer experience.  A place for everyone.  The mysteries of life are gray areas for a reason.  To bring illumination.  The constant is the gray, without it there are no possibilties.  To bring something to light to acknowledge it fully binds.  Rapt in knowledge.  To address and undress.
8:29 am pdt


4/11/2010
Information seeking
To identify quality information, and truth.
The responsiblity that comes with knowledge gained.
A guy showed me a picture of a plant, and he told me it's name. I remarked that I saw them growing where I live.  He said how did you know what to call them?
I said you just told me the name. He then told me it took him a very long time to discover the name and lots of effort on his part. I just had to talk to him and I got the information without the difficult work.
from blog entry July 1, 2008
ah...to not know
I was sitting at a red light, yesterday,
window rolled down.
I could feel the warm breeze blowing,
it reminded me of an Autumn wind.
It made me turn my head to look for blowing leaves.
To my surprise the road was covered with white flowers
from the trees lining the street.
I sat there amazed by how beautiful it looked
on this hot summer day.
I didn't want the light to turn green.
How long did the leaf stay supple, before it crumbled,
and her nakedness revealed, once again.
Was the first sacrifice to regain control,
an attempt to create a covering that represented what it hid
to trick the eyes, trying to remember how it was to not know.
9:03 am pdt


4/10/2010
People are often times pushed beyond the breaking point.  The gray areas of human interaction.  The place where we keep our hopes, our fears, and our dreams.  Often times it can feel like people have access to places within our lives that they have not been welcomed.  The mirror image it creates can be changed.
4:44 am pdt


4/9/2010
When the life is dreamed becomes a nightmare, but you can't wake up because you aren't asleep.  God created me from dirt.  I feel like I am being worked like clay, continually shaped and formed.
4:12 am pdt


4/8/2010
When things start to go this way, it is just a matter of time.  Surprise turns to, knew it all along.  It's nothing new, then 'waiting for you to catch up', shoved aside.
Do it all over it's all I can do.
effortless
pointless
meaningless
7:54 am pdt


4/2/2010
a mirror image
a life unexplored
I always see what isn't there
2:28 am pdt

3/31/2010
The paved road doesn't have the appeal of finding the hidden path
8:27 pm pdt


3/27/2010
people enjoy being lied to it's how they feel perfect
9:22 am pdt


3/25/2010
repeating the same lies over and over and over. If you tallied the number it would equal a lie, a lie, and lies. No glamour, no glitz. I stand idle and witness the destruction. Your words become bolder, smashing, pulverizing. Blended with cunning for what, why, and who? By your own admission, your pubescent mind. To gather your followers, the willing, the boys who would cut off their penis to prove their loyalty to this strange and tortured idea you are selling. To forget they are men to dance and sing, to love, and imagine. Easy enough to point a finger at me and what you call my failure. I want you to celebrate stand tall and proud, and allow the feeling of nausea to over take you when you realize you've won, your manhood. Forgive me for enjoying. I am only a color you made sure to paint. You want to replace my memories with imaginary goo. While you suck the life out all that is real. I could stop you but why? Your birth right is beaming. Run to your people that hold you up high, it will never occur to them you can't reciprocate. You will try, you will see, you will find the same to be true. When it comes to shoe wearing who's wearing who's. You've chosen to fill their empty cup, the crack they put there serves it's purpose well. Being led astray merrily you go smiling and gushing they'll never know. The world needs for the losers to win, I applaud with the crowd and fade away, you wanted this badly, you've gotten your way. You'll wake up one day to a world that's changed, girls will be boys and men will be extinct. Rubber and plastic will be all that's left, cucumber salad chopped into bite-sized bits. I remember a world when feelings were real. I believe that things matter, now I see it's only matter. The more matter you can grab and hold in your grip. The mind is wasted on that ego trip. Fill your coffin to the brim, take a bite and chew, the original sin. Has winning made you want more? How far will you take this, who's keeping score? Your life is your choice now give me back mine, you took it without asking remember? Go to those you acknowledge and find your own way. I said there's nothing left you want me to yield. Your absolute commitment is shallow and you know it. They love you, and will never ask you to prove anything you say, the way that you choose. Your lies are still lies. Replace me with one, or one hundred of them, by your own words, you say they've inspired all that you do.
I can repeat your lies too.
Made a name for yourself from the fringe of my life.
Tell me that isn't true...
7:09 am pdt


3/22/2010
It has taken me this long to finally realize you have not only won, but
you have extinguished me...I am glad you won and happy for your success. With such precision you have carved out every ounce, and there is nothing left. I hope you find a use for it because in me that was being wasted. This is a time for celebration, I don't want to diminish that essential part. Paved...the way, sterilized, earnest. I didn't ask for this, my permission was never sought. I was never considered an equal, by design that is the impossible. With that I hope you can feel the fullness of your success, and rest in knowing this is all.
regards, from the void
3:12 am pdt


3/20/2010
'un'-original
I'm supposed to act like this isn't effecting me.
I'm supposed to be okay with how things are!
You are healing.
You chose to bring along all that baggage, don't ask me to carry it.
You want to rescue everyone from the flood, so than can devour you because they are starving.
Cover their nakedness,
their un-original sin.
If tasting is a sin, vomit is redemption.
The side-show is repulsive.
12:43 pm pdt

1/16/2010
life creates a callous
When the pain is gone who will remember?
I push my feelings deeper inside.
If I tend to your wounds, you resent me for seeing you as weak.  I remember that time, you would rather I forget.
I learned to not care because of what it creates for the future.
10:05 am pst


1/13/2010
I heard you call to me for help, my answer wasn't what you expected.  The call was bigger than me, and I had to have my friends help, they know better than I do about such things.  Don't be sad by what you've realized.  You didn't ask me sooner because you weren't able to hear my answer, warning.
12:07 pm pst


1/6/2010
Fate creates a boundary I can see it when I try to push beyond my reality.  A maze of choices without the vantage of rising above the mundane.  Changing what is, into what could be.  The complexity of moving through destiny.
3:13 am pst


1/1/2010
another trip around the sun
It's a new year and a new decade.  I finally understand something that was never really clear until now.  Men relate to women through manipulation, they aren't required to express themselves fully.  They just play games with women for fun, because they can.  They always win because they are supposed to.  I see my prison concealed by selfishness.
8:27 am pst

12/27/2009
Reality is difficult, without mastering the art of reality
4:07 am pst


12/9/2009
Talking about the weather used to be considered sacred, not man made
9:24 pm pst

11/24/2009
What day did God create sound?
9:35 pm pst


11/14/2009
Pretending is the source of discord
4:10 pm pst


11/10/2009
Realization can propel understanding while everything else remains still.  Eventually the effect is subtle compared to the intial jolt of reality.  
10:21 pm pst


11/2/2009
Round and yellow cream, backed by the blue, rabbit underneath she looked above as the spinning earth swept her hair off, her face and neck...down, down setting in the morning sky
1:57 pm pst

10/27/2009
My Rice Krispies were talkin up a storm.
I listened too long.
I think they've all drown.
11:29 am pdt


10/17/2009
light captures darkness, but doesn't dissolve it.
8:52 am pdt


10/11/2009
A strange mind set has taken over and people believe that kindness makes people gentler, and nicer. You have to keep people honest by expecting them to be honest. Which happens when there is a system of accountability. There are points of view that don't come up in everyday conversations, the types of conversations that long time good friends have. Relationships that have developed over time, which often times get stuck into a rut, but there is a general understanding of what another person has done, or will possibly do. This can be seen in human relationships, neighborhoods, business, weather, tides, and the seasons.
Trying to fit this to a political party makes it an empty shallow notion.
6:55 pm pdt


10/9/2009
anabatic
Clutched by history.  The truth is always there.  Many ways to tell the same story.  People can hear what they understand.
8:29 am pdt


10/2/2009
Sadly, you can have it both ways.  If that is your choice, you will never know the fullness of either way.
9:50 am pdt

9/30/2009
Word segregation will continue to be the dividing line.  Mince them up and eat them they still pass through undigested.  Using words for their full effect.  Silence can't be broken.  Would you dare step off the path.  Can you hear my echoing laughter, eaten alive by convention.
8:17 am pdt


9/26/2009
the cycle of equality
Where have the ideas gone that were followed?
Start the clock on ideas that were left behind.
Fairness doesn't come when everything is equal,
the day and the night are equal twice a year.
The difference, the tilt is what creates the seasons.
Keeping the cycle working.
Who would tell an Oak tree, it's better to be a pine tree.
Who would tell a pine tree, being an apple tree is best.
7:37 am pdt


9/23/2009
Time isn't wasted when you wait.  Waiting for good things to happen is worth every minute, and it's those times that are never forgotten.
7:19 pm pdt


9/20/2009
It's the feeling of Fall
The clock goes faster when things hum along.  Like things are moving  fast. Every thing seems so very right.  How can it be that this connection is clear and definitive.  It feels like acceleration.  Like running across stones in a stream.   The wrong step would tangle my feet and I will fall. 
6:30 pm pdt


9/19/2009
Sitting on the porch, talking.  Finding out how little there is to talk about that isn't about other people.  Letting people be themselves and finding out who they are.  Having things stolen from me.  People trying to manuever themselves into my life.  Me wanting my turn to be me.  Drinking, laughing, being judged.  These are the memories that set my choices today.  To not go that route again if possible.  Being replaced. That is me you are taking. 
5:30 am pdt


9/13/2009
I saw him yesterday stop to take a rest from the long journey. Traveling ahead of the rest to announce their arrival.  Covered in the red mud of the road.  Leaning forward supporting himself with his hands placed on the top of his thighs.  Traveling light makes him an easy guest, moving along to make the destination.
8:24 pm pdt


8/28/2009
When it's complete.  I'll still be just me.  It doesn't matter what I think I know, It's like I never seem to grow.  Tangled in time, pour the wine. 
8:36 pm pdt


8/25/2009
The color of nothing.  You don't realize, with no awareness there's no surprise.  The color of nothing, nothing to see.  One generation from steel to stone.  The color of nothing.  The truth, the unknown.
11:49 am pdt


8/24/2009
Dancing to cover my tracks
Reading something that creates the feeling of being nauseated.  Like a viral infection.  My body wants to purge what I've taken in.    Things I don't want to re-live, or remember.  This seems to be the only way to find resolve.  I will manage to digest it and make it useful.  I don't have to be controlled by these types of sensations.  Even though they seem to overwhelm me.  I can finally lay this to rest.  Caught off guard by this recurring situation, and react unconsciously, until it catches up to me no more. 
All that is said, all that isn't said, the curtain reminds me of things that I dread.  Things I hate, that disgust me.  When it's my choice I say No!  It makes me sick.  I have to wait and go on anyway.  It doesn't seem fair to be given a choice, when choosing is wrong.  This isn't mine to resolve.  Tricked, and defeated, I feel small. 
12:01 pm pdt


8/23/2009
Where is your fear taking you?
The permanence in desire.
10:47 am pdt


8/22/2009
The air is thick. Warm and cool.  The sky is gray and swirly.  The wind is breathy in the leaves.  The fragrance smells like the broken branches of a newly taken path.  That clings to your clothing long after your trek is complete.  There's a giant waiting outside my door.  I can't let him inside.  The roof is too low, my teacups too tiny.  I'll make him wait to collect his thoughts from his long journey.  Giants, I know, think really slow, this one stutters, there really is no other way.  Maybe next week, we'll play hide and seek.  I know what he wants, but not sure what he'll say.  He makes me feel sleepy. 
8:29 am pdt


8/20/2009
Memories can make you feel little
thinking...
you've taken so much from me. 
Sitting down she looked into the mirror.  The lines had deepened since the last time she looked at herself this closely. 
By taken do you mean put up with? 
Okay we can have that conversation too.
I only have my point of view.
You couldn't see me standing there?
No!  See it wasn't just you that had to endure.
While you were being dazzled, and entertained.  I was fighting for my life, my sanity.  To you that looked beautiful, the human struggle.  I didn't have the benefit of a script.  Each choice was like walking blindfolded, without sound.  The clarity took years to realize the importance.  I found solace in hope and wonder, until one day that too felt like mere distraction.  Women aren't supposed to feel anger, we hide it, and take it out on ourselves.  What eventually happens is strength and being.  Memories can make you feel little.
5:50 am pdt

8/19/2009
stories trying to be told
Like fabric is held together by individual threads, each unique, woven together creating something.  A cloth covering the unique wearer we have the right to choose what other people see.
"Let the wind blow their hair." "Can we sit and watch the girls twirl in their long flowing dresses?"  He asked "If we sit quietly, they'll never know we want to matter to them some how." "If we tell them how it makes us feel to see them act like girls, they'll never believe we are that simple."  "Will it create in them the feeling of pride or power to control."
8:40 am pdt


8/17/2009
Green fruit will ripen off the vine, it never tastes as sweet.  When love becomes a chore you become a whore.
9:13 am pdt


8/4/2009
Love rhymes with ' of ', it doesn't rhyme with ' over '
1:13 pm pdt

7/27/2009
at night there is a calmness
the day doesn't know
the day has the light
the heat
when time ticks slowly
it can be night or day
the night see's it different
behind the back of the sun 
3:26 pm pdt


7/21/2009
now it's baroque
A cup I made years ago,  I've been using ceremonially, broke today.  All the things I've created over the years, the things I've destroyed intentionally.  The things I've destroyed unintentionally. The place before creation, the combining of thoughts, and my hands working to make something happen.  Back to the beginning, the source.  The things that happened without effort, the things I've agonized over.  The things I couldn't appreciate because I didn't know how.  The things that made me feeling worthy, the things I hid from everyone.  What does any of it matter since it is just things bound in a creative moment, to break into irregular pieces, shapes, meaningless, in my hand.  The same hand that created, has now destroyed, my mind elsewhere, not focused on the moment.  Out of my hands, something I can't control, so many things don't seem to matter.  All this for what? The common feeling.  Something that needs to be known, a building block, a foundation.  I can't predict, predicting makes the moment useless.
12:55 pm pdt


7/16/2009
A place built for another purpose, now is only useful to explore, is not inspiring  It's a place of mourning, if it has lost it's usefullness, it's purpose...with specks of dust on your feet, shake it off, leave the effect scattered around, to be caught by the wind, settled until disturbed.  I understand.  The choices, the chance, bold no.  It wasn't a whim, I wanted to know
8:41 am pdt


7/10/2009
Like the earth spins, I spin.  When things seem so perfect and balanced I watch and wait for the inevitable moment when everything changes.  Those are the moments I seek, not for the chaos.  I seek the unknown, it's what my eyes were made for, it's what my heart beats for, that's where my thoughts are clear.  I wait for the image to come it lasts a brief and burning second, but it's sharp and detailed.  It never makes sense until later, sometimes hours, days, years.  Fixed in my memory like flipping through a picture book.  I can't predict, harness or control this, nor would I want to.  I imagine this is something shared with me from my lineage.  The survival instinct that gets passed through the ages.  The understanding, thefirmhold, thebind, theblood, theunspoken, thenotch, themarker, familair ground.
4:36 am pdt

6/30/2009
When full we see half the moon
8:57 pm pdt


6/7/2009
mutually exclusive
mutually inclusive
10:10 am pdt


6/6/2009
Last night I dreamed I was given a white enameled egg with thin silver lines painted on it creating diamond shapes.  This egg turned gold in my hands, and then a deep red.  I heard her voice say:
"You can't force something that will happen naturally."
Three times.
I woke up more tired than when I fell asleep.
The egg felt warm in my hand as it changed before my eyes.
When it was turning red I felt a warmth begin deep inside me.  I began to sweat.  The change was quick, and subtle.  It left me with the feeling that comes after receiving a long awaited treasure.  There is an elation, and an emptiness.  There is a feeling of wanting to share it was everyone, and wanting to hide it.  Replaying the moment over and over in my mind to further the experience.  Like an obsession that moves the human spirit to new levels.  From one point of view it erodes, from another point of view it is rebirth.  Breaking down into simpler pieces allows new forms to take shape.  There is no place to hold on to it is meant to pass through your fingers.
9:51 am pdt


6/4/2009
How come there's a symbol for
infinity,
but
there's no symbol for
never?
11:26 am pdt

5/31/2009
My "six word story"
We never get beyond the foreplay
9:56 am pdt


5/26/2009
I dreamed again of hands that reach for me, grab my waist then push me away.  Standing in a grove of trees, I hear musical instruments being played.  In a dream within that dream I see a man standing at the center of a group of people he is trying to get them to sing with him from the paper he holds in his hand.  Knowing that we tried to sing from the same page, and it pulled my heart from my chest, and threw it on the floor.  It was kicked and stepped on, full of life.  Beaten.  A pulse still beating.  Trying to explain things that can't be seen, I feel like my only friend.  Talk for me, or my words will be mistaken.  A dream I can't awaken from until...
12:23 pm pdt


5/14/2009
back to me
when all else fails
where it began
I never set out to lose
I left behind opinions unformed
I found truth within the folds
a long glimpse was as good as it got
it's the memory that fills in details
none of us are only pieces
7:19 am pdt


5/11/2009
Threadbare well-worn marked hoary
9:22 pm pdt


5/6/2009
Lies are embraced for personal gain.  When that creates a stumbling block it's called a tragedy, people line up with their empty cups and the illusion fades.  There is nothing more sorrowful, than when you've lost your way.  The path of the void is the only thing I'm good at.  Humans adapt even if they don't understand.
3:19 pm pdt


5/1/2009
The Golden glow
The Starry cloak
The Turquoise bow
4:26 pm pdt

4/20/2009
Everytime I hear a Meadowlark singing it reminds me of an old wooden shed on the neighbors property.  It wasn't painted.  There was no door in the threshold, and no glass in the window.   Built and forgotten, it became home to a Meadowlark.  Earl, the man that lived next door told me he would set his dog's hair in curlers every night to make his coat curly.  Believing that, it's wasn't hard to imagine he had befriended a family of birds living in his shed.    He lived in an old house that was built off the ground there were steps to his back door.   I never went inside his house, but in my mind I could picture him having lunch with mice families.  I could see a large spider handing him the curlers one at a time while his dog sat patiently accustomed to all the attention.  I don't think I've ever recovered from having to move from that house.  I have so many memories of living there, that still find their way into my dreams.
9:31 am pdt

3/30/2009
10:54 am pdt


3/16/2009
once upon a moonless sky
fingers wrapped in oak leaves dried
sharp and pointy
I wondered why
arose from the ground
by the thorny tree
for ever
form ally
3:24 am pdt

2/16/2009

valid the feeling
6:29 am pst

2/2/2009
February has it's icy grip
the month of lovers numb
a time when you can see your breath mist
a hatred for this white landscape
it's beauty, and all that it conceals
short and sweet and mostly even though it's different
3:03 am pst


1/31/2009

the seed forgotten buried in the ground
the plant will look lovely
the roots grow unseen
blossoms and fruit
earthworms and casting
limbs and shadow
no need for shade in window
8:42 am pst


1/25/2009
appreciating the layers
There is someone I need to Thank for helping me to grow in ways I never could have on my own.  I know if this person wasn't commited to their beliefs, my understanding of the things I now know would not be as clear.  Thank you for mentoring me, without proper guidance intelligence is worthless.
6:05 pm pst


1/21/2009
geometry
round square triangle
4:45 am pst


1/19/2009
gifts and expectations
Yesterday I watched a hawk grab a pigeon in flight.  I wasn't driving fast so I easily slowed to a stop.  The hawk landed in the lane I was driving getting ready to strike the finally blow but released it because my car startled it.  The pigeon left on an erratic path.  The hawk flew up to a high perch glared at me a second, then flew off.  I pulled over and parked, because I felt like walking.  I passed businesses as I walked the sidewalk.  All were closed this late on a Sunday.  One doorway hadn't been used for a long while by evidence of the layer of dirt.  Something caught my eye a sparkle, I reached and picked up a thin chain.  A magical day.  It isn't always wise to pick up items such as this.  Since you never know what is attached.  When I was a young girl I found a ring during a strange time late in the day.  I kept it not knowing what it had in store for me.  I didn't know then the price I would have to pay for that ring, until the owner found me many years later.  After I had long forgotten that day.  It's a story only mad people want to hear.
12:07 pm pst


1/13/2009
A little piece
of me died, yesterday. Pith.
The tragedy it could have been. 
The tragedy it wasn't.
Life has never left me stranded.
Beyond that dynamic, is a more sustainable way.
I grieved my lose and released my grasp, on something I never had control over anyway.  Who I was, who I became, never was an option, even though I felt they were choices.
3:27 pm pst

12/12/2008
aside
Manipulating is a technique learned early in life, creating an emptiness that is a hunger, that consumes, devours, like a sacrificial offering. Standing watching
helplessly, reaching out to make it stop. Crocodile tears quick and rehearsed. I didn't want to believe my heart was created for such hatred. I'm Okay with it now,
I can't remove it, I can only move it aside. Rage and hatred blinded me from a truth that is too much to bear. Knowing my heart can act as it pleases. I can embrace a new purpose.
4:56 am pst

11/22/2008
being, a star
shine bright
sit high
out of reach
within view
9:58 am pst


11/12/2008
victim of love
A supposition based on what has been "written" down and passed through history.  The things that society espouses at periods in time (trends), never encapsulate the entire message/meaning.
(Oral tradition) is the only way to preserve it's meaning.
Trying to understand meaning or connection through a literal translation of what is "written" is self-flagellation.  Jesus being scourged at the pillar is a perfect representation of literal translation.
To beat bloody a victim of love.
6:56 am pst


11/7/2008
the silent instrument
emptied
hollow
hallowed
1:06 pm pst


11/2/2008
explain
I sat and thought awhile
for no reason
Reason is for socially minded people
Wondering alienates
escaping it isn't
being drawn toward something
that can't be explained
never comes up in conversation
like drawing a blank when it's your turn to speak
like your voice shaking, and cracking
when you really believe in what you're talking about
feeling emotions, not harnessing them,
it isn't for me to master them
Reason is for socially minded people
if i want to hide what i feel why should you care?
you couldn't handle it any better than me
being the spectator is easy
I think you just want to see so you can try it on
see how it fits
look at yourself in the mirror
could this be the real you
Than for that moment in time
captured
you'd love to explain
2:11 am pst

10/26/2008
Bravery
Bravery comes wrapped like an empty box leave it the way you find it perfect, and presentable.
4:03 am pdt


10/23/2008
dial into the sun
tell time with 'style' this shadow doesn't hide anything, it reveals
8:44 pm pdt


10/15/2008
...last night I saw the Hunter's moon rise...
11:20 am pdt


10/13/2008
A muse
is something
that makes you wonder endlessly.
Limitless, boundless.
nature is my muse
Being able to see nature with
nothing obstructing my view.
Rocks like statues conveying
stories that amuse me.
What muses nature.
Nature hopefully is amused by me.
Looking forward to my visit,
trying to engage me
whispering to my captive soul.
10:59 am pdt

8/11/2008
Autumn air
My favorite autumnal delight is without a doubt, the air. The sparkly, crackly, electric air. The dry, warm air. The thick sensual air that seems to only come alive during the fall. The air that makes hair defy gravity. The air that can makes sparks fly. The air that steals your hat, or papers, making you rush along chasing, stopping long enough to allow you to catch your breath, then blowing in a gust a few feet out of reach. The air that hisses, and romances the leaves
to blush and fall, in love, on the ground. The air that energizes our ancestors to gather here for the annual visit, to say hello's, and fill our heads with memories, and well wishes. To whisper secrets in our ears to be forgotten until the essential time, when it becomes our inspiration.
9:31 am pdt


8/10/2008
how endearing, the delicate balance between doubt and confidence
Today was a special day. My son was invited to participate in a Martial Arts demonstration. His Master was explaining the plans of the demo to the group before they went inside. The group lined up on the stage and the demonstration began. I was taking pictures of the group doing their forms, and sparing. The end of the demo was board breaking, my kid had broken the plastic boards in class, but he hadn't tried to break a piece of wood, yet. He stood in line and waited his turn. On the first strike he didn't hit it in the right spot. Part of learning is trying again. So my son, got into position again, and struck the board snapping it in two. He had this weird look on his face, it was a mixture of, wow I can't believe it, and I knew I could do it, all at the same time. He wasn't smiling, and he wasn't looking relieved it was a look I've never seen on his face. He looked so grown up for an 8 year old. I guess I will call it, a look of, humble confidence.
9:47 pm pdt


8/8/2008
a summer night
Where I live summer is hot, the road gets dusty. At night the air cools down, but I've always liked a warm breeze. Wind chimes sound.  When the night sky looks midnight blue and how the stars always know where to be. The toads plop plop along the edges to feast on June bugs, by porch light, then take a dip in the water bowl, the little boy gave them. The crunch crunch of gravel here comes the dog to make sure whatever passes by the fence keeps moving at a steady pace.  The sound of traffic from the highway carries itself up the canyon and off into the distance. The sound of someone's favorite song playing too loudly breaks in like a bad smell. If only there was a way to get them to enjoy Classical music. I'm sure they would play it too loud and end up being just as irritating. Time for sleep. Good night to the summer night, the critters, and the intrusive neighbor.
9:33 am pdt

I was listening to something I heard before.
I go for a drive. I'm going to visit friends. Some I've never met before. but they're still my friends. I stop and I listen. I'm listening for something I've heard before. Sometimes they whisper, sometimes they yell. Other times a gravelly voice, a dusty cough, then with perfect pitch I hear them singing. They tell me stories from long ago. From a time before words, and writing. They show off their wrinkles, and blemishes,..."In the right light I can look like a star. If you stand right there and take a picture of me." They tell me things I cannot repeat. I'm not an authorized oracle,... yet...I'm still waiting to be initiated.
9:32 am pdt


8/1/2008
Somebody makes a promise
and my hair stands on end. I don't let people make promises to me, because my hopes can't be wrapped around such an anchor. That said I was told to expect good things for good things to happen. For me that is a better place to put my hope, than into the words from the mouth of a human like myself. How often a word, once spoken, looses it's value as it drifts off into the thin air.
7:10 am pdt

7/28/2008
Love really is blind
Love really is blind
it's not in the sight
or
fairy tales
and wishes
dreams
even fishes
would all be gone
If love had to wait and see
it would ripen on the tree
fall to the ground,
and be trampled down
9:37 pm pdt


7/15/2008
hopes, dreams, contentment
all the things that make life worth living
may you find your voice.
may your wounds be healed
9:44 am pdt


7/14/2008
anything else
As a human I'm a garble of emotions.
Sometimes I see things clearly.
Other times I do things for no reason, and it seems
perfectly planned.
There are times I feel like I've lost my way.
I'm flawed, imperfect and if by chance I appear to be anything else
I didn't do it.
It's your imagination.
6:43 am pdt


7/8/2008
tears to wine
Why did you give me this heart of flesh,
just to know sadness?
Can you turn my tears to wine
so I don't have to feel the pain?
3:46 pm pdt


7/6/2008
milestones
Fluorescent Minerals teach us that there is always something new to be discovered, after certain milestones have been achieved.
8:59 am pdt


7/4/2008
strange comfort
King for a day
procession grand
roll of dice
twist of hand
look-at-all-the-people
I thought you cared
what would happen to me
Now I can see that you can't.
I never can find you
when I need you the most
I talk about you in vain
you've let me down more
than I'll say
and anyway
I'm OK
refined by a fire
that burns me
even if I walk away.
I remember a pain
I don't want to know
forgiveness making it worse.
I don't expect a clear
path, with sign posts and shade.
Wandering gives me strange comfort,
Inspiration hides deep.
Hearing your voice makes my day
trapped in the rocks and the trees
4:00 pm pdt


7/1/2008
ah...to not know
I was sitting at a red light, yesterday,
window rolled down.
I could feel the warm breeze blowing,
it reminded me of an Autumn wind.
It made me turn my head to look for blowing leaves.
To my surprise the road was covered with white flowers
from the trees lining the street.
I sat there amazed by how beautiful it looked
on this hot summer day.
I didn't want the light to turn green.
How long did the leaf stay supple, before it crumbled,
and her nakedness revealed, once again.
Was the first sacrifice to regain control,
an attempt to create a covering that represented what it hid
to trick the eyes, trying to remember how it was to not know.
7:33 am pdt

6/30/2008

Why do I look to people to see my own reflection?
Why am I unable to see myself completely, who I am.
Why do I look to people to validate me.
What is this strange need, that can't be filled.
What is the reason I can't find the answer.
8:45 am pdt

6/28/2008
The Universe is here to be:
discovered by the curious,
enriched by the just,
led by the genuine.
8:39 pm pdt

6/7/2008
God speaks to us through our actions
10:54 am pdt


5/13/2008
Outside the Shadow
Outside the shadow
Light fades to brillance
Strength looks weak at times.
Outside the shadow
Feelings subdue the scared and forgotten.
Appear as warriors with no battle scars
Outside the shadowImages taunt and dazzle the beast
within without reason
Outside the shadow
Reality becomes truth
More ghastly and terrifying than
the worst of bad dreams
Outside the shadow
All has been won
blinded by evil because the eye is the easiest to convince
7:43 am pdt


5/12/2008
cider
"...to begin with the taste of apple, to end with the taste of vinegar, to begin again..."
5:17 am pdt


5/10/2008
Black Locust
Protect yourself in lush craggy skin
poison thorns behind such beauty.
Torrid, horrid and beautiful
The earth beneath you is enriched by your presence.
10:20 am pdt

2/19/2008
Ancient and Renewing
How wondeful it is that all cultures around the globe have an affinity for rocks.  Giving such enormous reverence, and spiritual attributes to rocks, even being inspired to share this awe with the next generation,  we can see the deep connection us humans have with the majestic feeling created within us when we are around rocks, not realizing it is a strong bond, we humans share.  A lone out cropping of granite,  towering basalt, limestone spires, people can't seem to get enough of this resonance, they need polished and fauceted bits and pieces of rocks to adorn themselves.  Cultures have made beautiful shrines to contain the essence of their special rock, others use rocks that have been perfectly shaped by water flowing in a river as a symbol of Universal harmony and balance.  Next time you get inspired when near a rock know that this feeling is ancient and renewing.  Know that it is as common and effortless as breathing.   
6:00 am pst

12/13/2007
common trait
The power that is contained in each individual person is infinite.
This is not by accident.
Whether you believe in a higher power, or not.
The common trait is the Awesome power of every individual.
This means you!
This means everyone you encounter, and everyone they encounter, and on and on...
9:38 am pst


12/11/2007
affectation
Happiness is an emotion.
If you try to set your  life goal on just one emotion,
all other human emotions will be treated like a sickness.
There is an art to being vulnerable.
Too many people find their value, and worth in happiness.
Few people have what it takes to be vulnerable.
9:00 am pst


12/10/2007
crude affection
When you write in the sand, the wind becomes an eraser.  Unless you're an ancient human leaving your mark on the desert floor, by brushing away at the layers to expose a different color dirt underneath.  Leaving giant pictures for whom?  The wind can weather the top layer of soil, and expose the water table.  Creating an oasis, a place of repose.  Is the wind affectionate, or just a crude force that can't be trusted.
8:17 am pst

9/6/2007
September is where Summer rests her head
On the puffy white clouds in the end of summer storm.  Her job is done.  When she wakes, from her nap, after a stretch and a yawn. Her exhale is the warm dry winds that make old proud trees retire.  Even young trees can loose a limb to her warm, wild breath.
9:36 am pdt

4/11/2007
The nature of lies
Lies exist when they are spoken,
believing a lie will not make it true.
7:23 pm pdt


9/29/2006
Lady Bugs
Ladybugs received their name centuries ago in Europe. When farmers prayed to the Virgin Mary for help against aphids ruining their crops, their prayers were answered by the arrival of thousands of beetles. The bugs were named to honor Mary, "Our Lady," and so they were called Ladybugs.
I just wanted to share this little story I found online...charming
9:45 pm pdt

7/6/2006
salt
I enjoy watching life science shows on television.  I recently watched a program that discussed minerals...they talked about the formation of salt [sodium chloride] it was pointed out that sodium or chlorine separately was dangerous, but combined was essential to the beating of our hearts, along with potassium.  However too much salt can cause us trouble as well.  I like the idea of nature showing us how dangerous elements can combine easily and become useful, even deadly again if misused.
1:21 pm pdt



6/24/2006
wood grain
How is that a breeze blowing the leaves in a tree makes an ugly place look beautiful.  It makes a beautiful place look mystical.  I had my finger prints taken recently and I marveled at how my finger print looked like wood grain.  I am realizing I have a preoccupation with trees and rocks, I am constantly being called into their realm.  In celtic mythology Merlin hides himself within a stone, waiting for the awakening of the Sleeping Lord.
9:13 am pdt

4/30/2006
My Book idea....
Would you read a Book about miracles?
2:33 pm pdt

3/17/2006
Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.
James 4:8
7:23 pm pst

2/7/2006
For nothing will be impossible with God.  Luke 1:37
8:14 am pst

1/30/2006
using the senses
When life brings choices how do you decide.  Using the senses.  Relying on your senses can help make good choices, and stay in tune with the person you are.  In today's world advertisments play with our senses, trying to take the art of decision making away from us.  It doesn't stop there.  Different forms of media play with our senses.  The perfect life,  funny how this changes every season.  Buying into the ideas without knowing yourself you become graphical.  Why does it seem like we are being told what we need.  Is there a point that we make choices based on our opinion.  To me it seems we settle for what is available.  Enough about marketing.   How do we know ourselves?  We know our senses. 
Sight, Sound, Smell, Taste, Touch.
A good way to know our senses is to pay attention to them.   What I mean by pay attention is notice the feelings that are evoked.  To make it simple pick one sense and pay attention to it for a day.  Notice how you feel.  Do you feel relaxed, happy, sad?  Notice if memories recur.  Notice if you feel anxious, or peaceful. 
If we use our senses we can become our natural best.
9:23 pm pst


10/7/2005
Change can be intensely beautiful cont...
I kept thinking about the idea of change being intensely beautiful.  I thought of the butterfly and the moth.  Even the chrysalis can compel
a longer look.  Interesting how beauty seems to intensify when it is limited.  Like a sunrise or a sunset each unique, seen briefly with the eye, then limited to the memory.  The birth of a baby is intensely beautiful.  Pregnancy being a longer duration and continually changing is full of beauty.   While studying Art History, I remember thinking about the armless, and headless statues.  Their perfection had to be marred, that is the only way they could last, as a fragment of beauty.  Some cultures will purposely flaw a design hoping to protect it's longevity.  Also items can be made with materials that will break down over time.  The creative process being limited, disintegration is part of the ritual.  This brings me back to the idea of this website Remnants of the Garden.  We can see fragments of beauty all around us.  Could it be that too much beauty would overwhelm us?   Intense Beauty.  Our bodies will go into shock if we feel pain that is too intense.  Our minds will not remember things that are too gruesome to comprehend.  I am trying to imagine something so intensely beautiful that my eyes are not equipped to see it.  Is it possible to see without looking?
5:28 am pdt


10/6/2005
Change can be intensely beautiful
When the time comes to change.  I think of the leaf.  Does the leaf change only because of the air temperature? I love leaves.  Leaves help trees grow.  Then become intensely beautiful, and fall to the groud.  There the leaves help the earth.  The leaves also feed worms,
and bugs.  Does the leaf agonize about changing?  When the times comes for a person to change,  can we let go of the things that helped us grow?  Give freely and share with those around us.  If we become intensely beautiful, could we then stand bare, and wait.   When perfection is a goal the ebb and flow of life is lost.  The tree makes it look easy.  Maybe it is easy.  Changing is easy, not changing
is difficult.  Imagine how hard it would be for the tree to try and hang on to each leaf.  Some trees are green all the time.  Even the evergreen drops some leaves throughout the year.
6:36 am pdt

10/3/2005
October makes me think of orange
Nothing rhymes with orange.
At least that's what I've heard
Yes it sounds absurd!
Then I gave it a try
Trying to figure out why?
Orangutang seems like it would
Range looks like it should.
Spelling is no guarantee
It's pronunciation that's key.
Orange is not just a color
A fruit that is like no other
Same outside as in
It even has skin.
Orange is just so complete
No word can compete.    
6:30 am pdt

9/22/2005
Autumn leaves
Deep rich colors fall to the ground
Long gray shadows embrace the earth
Soft hissing winds electrify the day and lure the evening
Enchantment comes with the moonlit night
The darkness will end with the morning, and soon the earth will sleep.
written by me October 2000...inspired by Autumn leaves North of the Equator, and playing with the word leaves.
12:10 pm pdt

8/15/2005
Shadows Reply
Shadow shadow on the ground,
you seem to follow me around.
Hands go up you reply,
like a sunrise stretched up high.
Eclipses are shadows too,
be careful if you want to view.
Look around and you will see,
the cooling shadow of a tree.
(Speaking of cool,
cloud shadows are too.)
Once I had catch my eye,
the shadow of a bird circling high.
Ask a shadow question of the moon,
she'll say;
"Have you seen me at noon?
Sundails only work in the day."
Time for bed look on the wall,
quackless duck
having a ball.
Bunny ears,
tell you sleeptime nears.
Shadow shadow on the ground,
where do you go when the sun is not around?
2:14 pm pdt


6/5/2005resistance might be progress
Is resistance a good indicator of progress?  Resistance seems to point to conflict, and dispute. Progress isn't about conflict, but resolution.  Why would resistance coincide with progress.  Saying that people are afraid to change isn't a complete answer.  It may not even be  accurate.   People change all the time.  Fear maybe intermixed with other feelings, in the complex list of reasonable thought.  Not to down play the importance of fear.  Fear can be quite motivating.  Fear has an ability to release adrenalin.  There are numerous stories of super human strength.  Fear may not be a factor in resistance, but an attribute of progress.  Sometimes progress is resisted because comfort and familiarity are high on the priority list.  This may differ in each individual.  Suspicion can mimic resistance.  Conformity can make it look as if progress is taking place.  This isn't a good indicator.  To some the idea of progress goes against the foundation of their faith.  Is this progress or resistance?   The idea of progress is vague.  Is progress the end result of conflict and resistance?  Is progress the result of fear, realizing something has to be done immediately.  Is progress hanging on to and protecting the truth each of us feels is important?   If resisitance is an indication of progress.  Then it would be a good idea to meet resistance with essential ideas, because resistance might be progress.
5:59 pm pdt
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5/29/2005Forgiveness cont...
I am still on this subject of forgiveness.   Is forgiveness connected to our ability to see ourself.  Not the same as seeing our reflection, but of seeing the person we are.  The choices we make.    Is forgiveness connected to our ability to see our faults.  If we are to forgive another we have to be kind to ourself.   Forgiveness I would think has to go beyond our ability to admit our own faults.  Unless the spoke word is just that powerful.  If we can admit our own fault aloud and be kind to ourselves.  Is this what is known as forgiveness.  Is this where forgiveness begins. 
8:14 am pdt

5/24/2005Forgiveness
If a person forgives another before resolving the issue,  is this denial?  Is the power of forgiveness so strong that it brings about the needed resolve?  Does forgiving a person create changes.  I'm wondering if forgiveness starts the healing process, or is forgiveness a result of the healing process? 
5:21 pm pdt

5/22/2005Reflection
Who was the first person to see their own reflection?  I don't know who, but I will imagine a person looking into water.  Seeing their image for the first time is no different then when we see ourselves in a reflection.  A mirror, a picture,  is an image of what we look like.  Think about the ways we can see our own face.  Realize it is an image of what we look like.
3:31 pm pdt

5/21/2005Hi
Welcome to my site...Enjoy
7:56 am pdt

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