So I may be getting somewhere. I do feel a little choked up about chickening out at the parent coffee of the special needs camp, but in the past this would have led to despair, whereas now I simply chalk it up as fodder for a bluesy guitar solo or something. Life leads to emotions which leads to art. I can live with that.

Trying to find my way home. I love that I can be a Dornish woman in Game of Thrones RP, a Mayor in my Small Town RP, a pretty cat, a groovy retro hamster, a creator, a displayer of art, or many other different things. I can express myself and how I am feeling or what I am thinking in so many different ways.

I finished my latest handyman project today. The Formica had some of the same colors as the tiles. Since the tub is very light blue, we stayed with similar tones. This billboard is all over our part of Florida. My wife thought it was for a hair restoration clinic for men. At the bottom of the staircase are these decorative half-circles on eac.

So Kids, with the big news that Xanga might not be around after July 15th everyone seems to be wondering what will be next? I HAVE TO SAY I AM SHOCKED AND DELIGHTED THAT I COULD COPY AND PASTE MY XANGA BLOG DIRECTLY TO WORDPRESS. It is good for him to get out and talk to his former work friends. I am still trying to sell my new book.

This is how I see things. 8220;Hey, could you hold this for me for a while. A space marked in time for something to happen or become more. Hold the space for what comes next. What is that one final thing that breaks so the emotions come OUT? .

From the Church of the Toasted Coconut Doughnut. Letters to the Universe and Other Friends. End of Summer Blues and What Not. I feel this is an apt, if not a bit nebulous, metaphor for the current state of my inner life. For the good of living things, I am going to have to make a plan to claw my way back up to the air.

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When Rodolfo sings Che Gelida Manina,. From the first note to the last, I weep. One of my hands clutches the other. As I am transported to long ago,. When the only tragedy I knew. I think of your hand wrapped tight around mine. How many times I found comfort, squeezing those fingers.

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