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Firefly: numb
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. May 21, 2008. Often, I find myself quite numb. Numb to crowds. to conversation. numb to good coffee. numb to a perfectly ripe avocado. I am numb to other people’s news, their engagements, their pregnancies. numb to global warming and bombings and civil wars. numb to my meditation. I am numb to my thoughts. fickle bastards. Often, i find myself quite numb.
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Firefly: my blog is considering forgiving me
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. September 6, 2009. My blog is considering forgiving me. Oh dear. a year has passed since i held this page. As i slip in quietly between the sheets of "new post" and "publish now", firefly lies still, showing me its naked back, pretending to be asleep. But i know how to push its buttons. i know where it likes to be touched. Good to have you back! I love the web.
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Firefly: risk enchantment
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. September 5, 2009. I see a similarity. Between the Laughing Woman. I have heard the sound of summer. I have seen girls on board walks. I understand their hesitations. I am a gatherer of fruit. I have seen how kisses. I have risked enchantment. I have seen the Virgin. In an appletree at Chartres. And Saint Joan burn. At the Bella Union. Their necks like love.
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Firefly: Have i been Byron Bay'd?
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. June 19, 2008. Have i been Byron Bay'd? I’ve had quite a remarkable couple of weeks. But I couldn’t tell you why. It’s easier to believe the physicists when they say that time bends, when the eternity of blah I trudged through turns out to have been only a month, and the week since the sun rose again feels like a year at least. Shanti, Tamara and I rented this.
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Firefly: MIM Day 5: Meditation isn't improving, but life is...
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. May 5, 2013. MIM Day 5: Meditation isn't improving, but life is. Does it count if the quality. Of my distractions are improving? Today was unimpressive. No quiver. No mesmerising mental zoom onto a single perfect point. But, something is. Happening. My mind is calmer. Strangely, not necessarily during meditation - but out in the world. Labels: Mindful in May.
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Firefly: watery potential on fire
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. July 9, 2010. Watery potential on fire. And then, silence. Please god, help me help myself to launch my vision, soon.). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). More writing by me. A Yom Kippur Prayer. The Day That I Went Blind. I love the web. A quiet place to write. I love good writing. The Sound of Splinters. A Longing for the Impossible. Just Short of the Sun.
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Firefly: eliminating time
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. April 6, 2008. When I got back, she was meditating. I knew she was aware of me, and I wondered if she was conflicted about having disappeared for 40 minutes. And now she had returned from whatever had taken priority. But by then, I had decided that I would move on, too. 8220;Hello,” I said, when she opened her eyes. I was packing up my laptop. We agreed that a...
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Firefly: Accepting This
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. October 9, 2009. Yes, it is true. I confess,. I have thought great thoughts,. And sung great songs—all of it. Rehearsal for the majesty. The dream is awakened. When thinking I love you. When saying I love you. And joy moves like blood. When embracing others with love. My efforts now turn. From trying to outrun suffering. To accepting love wherever.
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Firefly: scientifically nyc
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. April 15, 2008. June 5, 2003: from. You know which category i fit into. so, tonight i took my Learning Hebrew books to Starbucks, as i do one night a week, and spent hours talking to myself while memorizing letters and verbs and sentences and conjugations. Anyway, they noticed me soon enough. "excuse me ma'am, you jewish? When three more heavily matted and som...
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Firefly: flight 663
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Nostalgia is my basic nature. The human condition my only subject. I like words because they cement the quicksand into which we're always sinking. May 23, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). More writing by me. A Yom Kippur Prayer. The Day That I Went Blind. I love the web. A quiet place to write. I love good writing. The Sound of Splinters. A Longing for the Impossible. Good blogs by good people. Just Short of the Sun. Tell me again, kureishi.
