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Red Heron Currents: Bald is Beautiful
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These are the thoughts that make my headlines. I don't journal, so all my processing goes here. it's like therapy, only cheaper. Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson. Thursday, March 13, 2008. I just washed my hair for the last time. Well, not the last time ever, but the last time these particular ones on my head will be washed. This evening I will be shaving my head. Ps I'll post pictures soon. Lover of all...
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Red Heron Currents: My New Tattoo
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These are the thoughts that make my headlines. I don't journal, so all my processing goes here. it's like therapy, only cheaper. Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. Here's a few facts about the symbols in the tattoo:. The Winged Solar Disc is the symbol of the perfected soul making its flight back to the source of its creation. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Red Heron Currents: The Gathering
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These are the thoughts that make my headlines. I don't journal, so all my processing goes here. it's like therapy, only cheaper. Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson. Saturday, March 29, 2008. My intent was to gather with those within my overlapping communities who have shared so much and loved and held me through this year, to honor and remember Forrest and to celebrate my survival of the past year. Do I co...
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Red Heron Currents: March 2008
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These are the thoughts that make my headlines. I don't journal, so all my processing goes here. it's like therapy, only cheaper. Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson. Saturday, March 29, 2008. My intent was to gather with those within my overlapping communities who have shared so much and loved and held me through this year, to honor and remember Forrest and to celebrate my survival of the past year. Today m...
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Live Right Now: January 2006
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There's only one thing that you know how to do well. And that's be you, be what you're like, be like yourself. They Might Be Giants. Antibiotics, Doctors, and Books. Today I'm very weak. I've been pretty tired lately, and haven't really known why, but I've just felt like an old woman. I was like- what the hell? Me: I think I have a sinus infection. Dr: You should probably lose weight. Me: Um.this is about my sinuses, I feel like total crap and I need you to look up my nose and help me out here. I had hig...
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Live Right Now: March 2006
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There's only one thing that you know how to do well. And that's be you, be what you're like, be like yourself. They Might Be Giants. Ah, one more day of class until Spring Break. Awesome. I just finished Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World. By Haruki Murakami, and next on the agenda is The Wind-up Bird Chronicle. Also by Murakami). I'm on a Murakami kick lately, since reading Kafka on the Shore. Posted by bethany at 2:08 PM. I notice that you include 'hierarchy' and 'power' along with 'separat...
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Live Right Now: April 2006
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There's only one thing that you know how to do well. And that's be you, be what you're like, be like yourself. They Might Be Giants. Time and again, as I've talked to international students here, one of the things they always comment on is how odd it is that we use the question, "How are you? We had a Kenyan student here a couple years ago who seemed to misunderstand the whole greeting thing, but after I thought about it, it shed some light on this "how are you doing? Me: Hey there Hezekiah! This worked ...
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Live Right Now: February 2006
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There's only one thing that you know how to do well. And that's be you, be what you're like, be like yourself. They Might Be Giants. But I don't know if I could actually do that- like, just have a relationship that I knew wasn't going anywhere. I feel like for me to really invest, I can't know for sure that it's going to end really soon. And I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Posted by bethany at 10:14 PM. Bringing it into the light. By the way they talked about some of the skaters....
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Red Heron Currents: ...and now for a brief intermission from the year in review
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These are the thoughts that make my headlines. I don't journal, so all my processing goes here. it's like therapy, only cheaper. Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson. Monday, December 31, 2007. And now for a brief intermission from the year in review. Funny enough, Jan 2 is my biological father's birthday. Up until I was 22, I thought my brother and I shared the same father. Then enters Doug, he's ac...Clear...
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Red Heron Currents: Wild Geese
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These are the thoughts that make my headlines. I don't journal, so all my processing goes here. it's like therapy, only cheaper. Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson. Tuesday, September 18, 2007. You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees. For a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body. Love what it loves. Meanwhile the world goes on.
