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observations from the garden: May 2009
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Observations from the garden. Saturday, May 9, 2009. Deep in the heart of texas. I know now that my feet will always carry some Texas earth. Deep down, buried into the grooves of my skin, Texas is my home. It is my beginning, my childhood, my self. It is the elusive blur of a memory awakened by a smell, a step, a face, a thought. I didn't understand until today. There's no escaping your self. There's no escaping. Where in the timeline of a life are you supposed to start planning long-term? My thoughts he...
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observations from the garden: fluorescent lights, rainbows and conductors
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Observations from the garden. Tuesday, December 9, 2008. Fluorescent lights, rainbows and conductors. The dying fire in front of me spits lasting signs of life underneath Coco Rosie's K-Hole. I am tired and restless. Not sure how to be content these days. Always feeling as though my aspirations are not quite high enough. So I spend my days. I spend my days. Play them like cards, sleepily. Here's a Tuesday. Passed and what have I done? How have I been? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When it comes to ...
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observations from the garden: s l o w d o w n t h e t i m e
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Observations from the garden. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. Seattle, WA, United States.
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observations from the garden: January 2009
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Observations from the garden. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. I'm up in the woods.I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still.to slow down the time. Thursday, January 1, 2009.
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observations from the garden: July 2008
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Observations from the garden. Sunday, July 27, 2008. An 8k for dessert. It was a great experience. I felt really alive afterwards. Adrenaline can be such a wonderful thing. Of course I crashed 2 hours later, but only after a round of karaoke duet-ing Goldigger by Kanye West (ps. rap lyrics, much better heard than recited) and a little background dancing. 2 I often see movies/television as an escape, something outside myself, my life. Not an entry-point into. 3 I used to be so aware and attentive to the n...
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observations from the garden: at death, a proclamation
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Observations from the garden. Wednesday, March 11, 2009. At death, a proclamation. A proclamation, indeed. Of freedom. Of regret. Of sorrow. Of suffering. And of the glory, the glory, the glory. I am dying. Or dead, and remembering maybe. The face. Of a loved one before me, eyes spilling over—so full of desire. And longing and sorrow. His silence, his eyes so clear, so honest and full. Hovering, waiting for the loss to be complete. Staying, those. Body I have known so intimately, as mine goes cold. His f...
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observations from the garden: February 2009
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Observations from the garden. Sunday, February 15, 2009. I am (not) self-possessed. What comes to mind are the small things of the night. Forty-five minutes later, I am settled into a seat not too far from the podium in the center. And I am settled. I think we are all exhaling. And we are all inhaling. The air is so lovely, so promising, and full. (My mind is as lit up and clear as the morning sky in Texas in June.). And the lecture is over, the community dispersed. I think I want to sit down. I write to...
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observations from the garden: off the hook
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Observations from the garden. Wednesday, October 29, 2008. So you're not letting me off the hook? You can let yourself off the hook anytime you want, Liz. That's the divine contract of a little something we call free will. I read through this dialogue in my book, and look up from the pages, creating a distinct pause—a break in the text for me to consider where and how I am hit by these last two lines. How and where they intersect with my story. But it all comes down to this:. If I stand still. My counsel...
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observations from the garden: September 2008
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Observations from the garden. Thursday, September 25, 2008. Where we are, of course. There is so much going on. So much I am learning. Seeing. Too much, really, to offer here. But — this morning — I am well. I count myself among the living. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. We will all be moving again soon. Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap. What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to form. Crop circles in the carpet. Spin me round again. And rub my eyes,. This can't be happening. They were here first.
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observations from the garden: March 2009
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Observations from the garden. Wednesday, March 11, 2009. At death, a proclamation. A proclamation, indeed. Of freedom. Of regret. Of sorrow. Of suffering. And of the glory, the glory, the glory. I am dying. Or dead, and remembering maybe. The face. Of a loved one before me, eyes spilling over—so full of desire. And longing and sorrow. His silence, his eyes so clear, so honest and full. Hovering, waiting for the loss to be complete. Staying, those. Body I have known so intimately, as mine goes cold. His f...
