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Good habits formed at youth make all the difference. Aristotle

  Well here’s the thing, not only trying to climb back on the blogging horse, but on the good eating and exercise horse. A little background: I popped my (previously dislocated and nearly a year of recuperation involving boots and crutches and canes)ankle out in December and had to stop working out. This is also the time of year when… (more…)

“Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder.” Paul Valery

  Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write  or play at being a movie maestro. I want a sterile and… (more…)

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. ~Toni Morrison

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you to know from your toes that recall the third place… (more…)

It was a dark and stormy nightmare ~ Neil Gaiman

Teeth I have to wake up My own voice is talking to the me in the mirror WAKE UP, as I stare at bloody teeth, falling away streaming barely held screams from a rotting mouth. This isn’t real but I feel hands on my face Turn and feel something holding me to the ground. I try to speak and find… (more…)

Haiku Halloween

  Halloween coming The darkness falls now Still not soon enough I love Halloween It is the only night ever We are not that strange The veil is drawn taut I feel them near to me now Lost family, friends Well there’s some Halloween Haiku for you. I’ve got a movie going up on youtube first thing tomorrow if it… (more…)

Silence is a source of great strength. Lao Tzu

It isn’t You. I want to be left alone. No sound but my own breath, No touch but my own hands holding the sides of my vibrating head. I don’t want to speak, to reassure or sympathize or solve. I don’t want to move to fold, sweep or rearrange. I just want to stop for another minute another hour or… (more…)

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