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 |    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 L  V 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 |
| What is the weight of things? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ My body weight fluctuates. I lose while I travel. I gain at home. My aunt has weighed 107 pounds all her life. She's 90. I never throw away clothes that are momentarily too big or too small. Apparently even the weight of a kilogram changes. But who measures the weight of a mental or emotion burden. What is the proper unit to express that in. And how does this relate to one who bears it? Can one predict when too much is too much. Other than saying after the fact: They're broken. My ability to carry my own weight, both physical and emotional has varied. I'm not as steady nor stoic as my aunt. I've been as skinny as a rail. I've been borderline obese. And worse of all, I've been broken. I feel for everyone dealing with the issues of weight, especially the weight of burdens. Their pain emanates and I vibrate sympathetically. Even community pain is difficult. Specific pain, like the suicide of a teenager, I find unbearable. Many people delight in horror shows, watch shootings and car crashes in gleeful or terrified anticipation. I don't go to movies much, seldom watch TV. The weight of the real World is far too much. I sit at home mending my brokenness. I travel mending my brokenness. My journey is one of putting back the pieces of that brokenness. Peace, Kåre 2.juni.2019 Today's blog was inspired by Robert Waltz. 102.338 views |
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