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Square One: August 2007
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I cannot recall the true beginning of this story, nor am I sure of its end. So, perhaps this is the best place to start. Friday, August 31, 2007. Why do we do the things that we do? Why do we constantly seek approval, seek acceptance, seek belonging? That way, if ever our powers of intuition falter from time-to-time, we can rest easy, knowing that our friends are still there for us. 8220;Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically—to those who hardly think about us in return.”. At the end of ...
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Square One: January 2008
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I cannot recall the true beginning of this story, nor am I sure of its end. So, perhaps this is the best place to start. Thursday, January 31, 2008. 8220;My father always used to say, you know…‘mind the gap.’”. 8220;I don’t know.”. 8220;It’s just the distance between life as you dream it.and…life as it is.”. Also, I have a French quiz tomorrow…but this is vastly more important than simple French phonetics, I’m sure. Ha. Poor, naïve Andrew. My experience was…not that…at all. Not only w...So, we’re b...
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Sounds of Silence: A Heart of Gold...
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Thursday, November 22, 2007. A Heart of Gold. Well, I guess all of that was background so that I could tell the following story, and it would make a little more sense. On Tuesday night, my wonderful mother made an incredible Italian dinner of linguine (my favorite), complete with sausages and meatballs, topped with her well-loved tomato sauce (SO GOOD! That she was giving me. I honestly love her so much.Laura and Pat definitely did a lot. Right with that child, and I'm so proud of her! God is so faithful!
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reading is sexy: August 2011
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Thursday, August 18, 2011. The promise of new life. In the curve of my hip. The soft of my skin. My wrath cools you out. Or gently falls like snow. Until you are covered in cold. Yours is like the summer storm. As it is strong. For when it is over. Your earth is more tender. For a harvest within me. You'll plant the seed. And I'll hold it till spring. When Winter meets Summer. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Smithy of the Written Word. Caleb and Emily Winter. Say what you need to say. View my complete profile.
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reading is sexy: September 2010
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Monday, September 20, 2010. Is this gripping anyone? I'm looking at the green against the windows and fixing the curtains back on their hooks in my mind. There is paint peeling off the wall and patterns in the floor. And there is you. Looking at your shoes, your shirt, your lips and eyes- oh quick! Look away again to the curtains before anyone sees or I force a smile to break unbidden from your countenance. Thud of my heart. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Smithy of the Written Word. Caleb and Emily Winter.
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reading is sexy: February 2010
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Thursday, February 11, 2010. When I am here. It's not just my thoughts that are elsewhere,. Even when I am not aware that they are far away;. The rest of me is continually in flux. Present and somewhere else. I am not me anymore. Because part of me is missing. I want it back but. You can never go back. I've left it somewhere I hold in my heart. But if you've left your heart somewhere. I cannot go on like this. And the worst of it is. I'm not even sure it's for you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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reading is sexy: June 2010
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Saturday, June 12, 2010. Struggling against the ancient foe. In the valley of the water. There seems to be no height. There seems to be no way out. There seems to be no light. But only for a moment. Before you are borne high again. The waving rippling pulls. That somehow suck you in. Older than death that monster. Which dwells beneath the sea. Drawing and twirling and whirling. All crafts into her lea. Next moment spits you out once more. And coursing through the waves. Your craft cuts faster than before.
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reading is sexy: June 2009
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Friday, June 05, 2009. Is it that they wish to keep Him out? Yet here He can still be easily found. In stepping in, you step up. And are laid low to a degree you will never forget and always seek. Eternity is here. Be it thus forevermore. What Dreams May Come. Shaking her head with disgust, she began going through the house, lingering over each beloved familiar chair, picture, and book. It was so nice to be home! It made no sense. It must not be part of it. Joy made up her mind right there. S...Wrapping ...
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reading is sexy: The Sail
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Saturday, June 12, 2010. Struggling against the ancient foe. In the valley of the water. There seems to be no height. There seems to be no way out. There seems to be no light. But only for a moment. Before you are borne high again. The waving rippling pulls. That somehow suck you in. Older than death that monster. Which dwells beneath the sea. Drawing and twirling and whirling. All crafts into her lea. Next moment spits you out once more. And coursing through the waves. Your craft cuts faster than before.
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LifE: March 2008
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I have no resolutions / for self assigned penance / for problems with easy solutions". This world is flat and shallow. Full of faces like masks. And smiles like cracks. I've been asleep all my life,. Cerulean eyes shut like drapes. We collect trifles for what we are. Just to conceal the amoral. And even amidst an exodus of truth and life,. I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sky,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
