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Into the Rabbit Hole: February 2009
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Into the Rabbit Hole. Chelsea Green Blog Archive Urban Apiculture: Raise Bees in Your Apartment. Chelsea Green Blog Archive Urban Apiculture: Raise Bees in Your Apartment. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My heart is a whale song, my eyes find spirals everywhere, my mouth speaks of broken chords and dying trees, my feet find the ground uneven and yet so irresistible. View my complete profile. Proof I'm a crazy cat lady. The whole world is NY. Words I can't resist. Chelsea Green Blog Archive Urban Apiculture: R.
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Into the Rabbit Hole: April 2008
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Into the Rabbit Hole. Back in some other time, Cassie and I made each other mix tapes. She always made cool sleeves for hers. This was the most treasured sleeve. In fact, I liked it so much that I still have it even though the tape is long gone, lying on some highway where an ex-boyfriend threw it out the window. (bastard). This is a flat version, the group was actually part of the fold inside. Nevertheless, I couldn't pass up posting this cover. After all I was going to marry him. Ode to an Orb.
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Into the Rabbit Hole: Autumn
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Into the Rabbit Hole. Sitting in the Archive on a lovely fall day, I found the perfect words of how autumn touches me:. I would say this for the leaves:. That they comfort me,. And though my heart is heavy,. Such light in pools of color below,. Such light in shimmering color above,. Such a soft richness of quiet turning. Lifts and blesses my eyes. That I might turn like them. Upon a pliant stem. Until the clean break at the neat crescent place,. The edge designed for letting go,. Sets me free to drift,.
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Into the Rabbit Hole: January 2010
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Into the Rabbit Hole. Where do you think I've been? I've been spending many hours here; getting ready to let you, and anyone who loves a good book, through the front door. Come check us out. Interview with a blog. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My heart is a whale song, my eyes find spirals everywhere, my mouth speaks of broken chords and dying trees, my feet find the ground uneven and yet so irresistible. View my complete profile. Proof I'm a crazy cat lady. The whole world is NY. Words I can't resist.
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Into the Rabbit Hole
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Into the Rabbit Hole. All of this, I live with each day, and I get by. What it is that always tears me into pieces and breaks my heart all over again is to hear John Lennon's voice. It transports me back to that room, with you, playing his music for you, trying to find what I thought would give you some last feeling of peace in this world. A year ago you were dying. A year ago I still could hold your hand and it was warm. I still miss you so terribly. Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
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Into the Rabbit Hole: October 2010
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Into the Rabbit Hole. Sitting in the Archive on a lovely fall day, I found the perfect words of how autumn touches me:. I would say this for the leaves:. That they comfort me,. And though my heart is heavy,. Such light in pools of color below,. Such light in shimmering color above,. Such a soft richness of quiet turning. Lifts and blesses my eyes. That I might turn like them. Upon a pliant stem. Until the clean break at the neat crescent place,. The edge designed for letting go,. Sets me free to drift,.
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Into the Rabbit Hole: June 2008
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Into the Rabbit Hole. Growing Directions not yet Defined. I have had many journeys, been uprooted, wandered aimlessly and not. Intentionally left everything behind only to find pieces packed away, and have forgotten things that I meant to carry with me. There have been meandering paths that lead to places I've never considered, let alone imagined, and there have also been loops that I've made over and over. The more roots I am able to grow the more stable and satisfied I become. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Into the Rabbit Hole: Origin
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Into the Rabbit Hole. If these pictures do not recall inferno-like nightmares for you, I shudder to think of where you come from. It didn't look quite like these images when I lived there, but somehow these old postcards depict, perfectly, how I feel about that place. Except, now, it's just a ghost of itself, and that is even more sad than if it were still going full-steam into the farthest reaches of hell. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Proof I'm a crazy cat lady.
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Into the Rabbit Hole: June 2010
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Into the Rabbit Hole. All of this, I live with each day, and I get by. What it is that always tears me into pieces and breaks my heart all over again is to hear John Lennon's voice. It transports me back to that room, with you, playing his music for you, trying to find what I thought would give you some last feeling of peace in this world. A year ago you were dying. A year ago I still could hold your hand and it was warm. I still miss you so terribly. Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
