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July 21, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /  

It’s raining again

It’s raining again

The Scientist Come up to meet you Tell you I’m sorry You don’t know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh let’s go back to the start Running in circles; coming up […]

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July 9, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   , ,

A Gift from the Universe

A Gift from the Universe

I was given one today. As we try to/prepare to/hope to move to Oregon (when this house sells) I’ve had things on my mind that give me pause. I am estranged from my family.  This has happened several times through out my life. I’m not sure this one will be resolved. My mother is..getting older. […]

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June 11, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /  

Can’t talk about it

Can’t talk about it

Sometimes you just let someone else’s music speak for you.  (Thank you Abney Park)     Why do the things we love Torture us more than the things The things we can do without? I can’t do without The things that you do to me But why d’you do the things The things that you […]

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A teen but not like that

You know what is needed? Clothes for young girls…tweens and teens, who are tall but are NOT juniors. They are NOT 16, or 17. They don’t need spaghetti straps and low cut tank tops and up your butt shorts. They need a slightly more grown up version of size 14-16 clothes or a slightly younger […]

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May 19, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /  

PushMe PullYou

PushMe PullYou

And so we may be here for another ..year? More? The start to the process didn’t go well so we are looking at all our options. I do know I am winding down what I can learn at my present position and likely need to look for something more challenging . Part time has been helpful this […]

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April 25, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

Sweet Bean you are 13

Sweet Bean you are 13

At some point this week our wonderful girl is going to turn 13. 13. I never understood when grownups said that time actually moves so fast since the time between 2:45 and 3:00 pm seemed to take hours.  But looking through her baby pictures and home movies I feel like the last 13 years have […]

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April 17, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

Want, wish, make

Want, wish, make

Hey aren’t you supposed to keep your wishes secret or they won’t come true? No matter, I have a few and I’ll think of this as manifesting instead. And asking the universe and/or the powers that be to send some of these good things my way (all the while working toward them). Ok, first off […]

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April 16, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

lucky rocketship underpants

lucky rocketship underpants

April Moon, Day 14. When I started thinking about this one, I felt like I couldn’t do it. Somedays, as Calvin said to Hobbes, even my lucky rocketship underpants don’t help. The last few years have been hard. I keep a good face in public but that is about as far as it goes.I know others […]

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April 15, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

A fight for breath, an ache for home

A fight for breath, an ache for home

April Moon, Day 13 Oh so many things… I wonder if I will ever be done with this moving process. I started early to make it easier on every one and myself–just to do a little each day. But that means I’ve been working on this for 8 months.That’s a long time. I wonder if […]

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April 14, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

Once each day

Once each day

Oh that’s an easy one… When I pick up Em from school. I love to see her smile as she walks out the door. I like to see the sweet loping walk she has, all arms and legs and hair in her face. It’s like the sun comes out from behind clouds when she appears […]

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April 13, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

Seal up your lips and give no words but mum.

Seal up your lips and give no words but mum.

Well that’s kind of an ironic topic for me. I’ve been keeping a journal online since the 90s. Not all of it is still up, and some is locked behind passwords . I was a confessional poet when I was a poet and I’m more than a bit of a confessional blogger. I do try […]

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April 12, 2015   /   by Jyllian M   /   ,

Barely boiling water

Barely boiling water

April Moon, Day 10 Ah the kitchen, center of the home, place of sustenance and creativity. It wasn’t always that way. My Dad liked to cook I think. My mother hated it. I didn’t know how. When I moved out I could barely boil water. Several lovely men taught me how to do a few […]

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