Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
I will ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... survive I reread some of my more "private angry blog" entries but not much in there the last couple years, although maybe years ago... "Hoarfrosts from Hell" I've started to post there again because I'll need to set up a new blog that doesn't have any crying, shouting or other unpleasant entries in it and that's where I can dump. I can always link of course... or not. I haven't written about what upset me in May and probably won't. But in reading back I seem to be stuck in cycles of depression and anxiety so what I'm dealing with now is nothing new. I survive. I really do. An odd, very odd, video: And yesterday's flash fiction that reminded Arakun of “Rappaccini’s Daughter”, although I'm not quite sure why. I don't think I've read that work by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1844). Now I should.
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