Month: November 2013
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My life is wonderful because you are in it.
It is odd for me, whose face is transparent glass for all to see though to my emotional mind, to say that I doubt I would ever write a memoir. Blogging is a sort of living memoir for some, especially those who use it like a diary of daily moods and events, but the actual … Continue reading My life is wonderful because you are in it.
Why am I doing this?
I love the word ennui. It sounds the way it feels. I don't love the way it feels. I'm reading "Of Human Bondage" by W. Somerset Maugham, and it is filling me with despair. A journey without ending, a life without meaning, without brilliant success or everlasting love. It is just a life, punctuated by the … Continue reading Why am I doing this?
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Flower Practice
Don’t Fall Off
I'm on the back of a galloping horse, flying along a narrow path bordered with cacti, I can't even scream because all I can think of is, don't fall off. That moment etched itself into my brain. It will be there with a few other indelible memories, some good, some bad, not all nearly as exciting, until … Continue reading Don’t Fall Off
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Still Life
I've lost my fear of failure, and I'm in no rush to replace it. I'll encounter failure again, in dark alleys and low lit corners, but I will see it as only a friendly former foe with an age-crooked back and dull, flaky claws. The rejections arrive as sleeping breaths, inevitable, slow and deep. They … Continue reading Still Life
Mind of a Mouse 