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Steel Magnolia: May 2010
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MEMOIRS OF A THIRTY-SOMETHING. Up close and personal. Purely personal. Thursday, May 20, 2010. Lola's Old Singer Sewing Machine. I wrote an entry in my Gratitude Journal about Lola's Old Singer Sewing Machine. Click on the link if you want to see it) But nonetheless, I'd share snippets of it here :. Ahhh, I miss you, Lola…. Almost like a far-away train that never approaches. Thursday, May 6, 2010. Preserving my Friendster Profile Page circa 2003 (because I'm thinking of deleting the account soon). Busy d...
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Welcome to the realm of my subconscious. Stay updated via RSS. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. EDGAR ALLAN POE, To One in Paradise. WELCOME TO MY NEW DREAM JOURNAL. These are my dreams and how I get to know myself deeper, for the world to witness, in my own terms. Old entries are kept at the old site: http:/ mydeliriumdreamsicle.blogspot.com. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Welcome to the realm of my subconscious. Stay updated via RSS. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. EDGAR ALLAN POE, To One in Paradise. WELCOME TO MY NEW DREAM JOURNAL. Archive for March, 2014. WELCOME TO MY NEW DREAM JOURNAL. Posted: March 6, 2014 in Uncategorized. My old posts are still kept at http:/ mydeliriumdreamsicle.blogspot.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Waiting for the Train: Waiting for the Train
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Waiting for the Train. I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, all the friends I want to see." - John Burrough. Tuesday, October 6, 2009. Waiting for the Train. Date of Last Update: 05.23.11. We spend most of our lives waiting. For the time to go home after a long day's work. For our date to show up. For the cake to rise. For the water to boil. For that much needed cup of coffee from the barista. But I did something...
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Welcome to the realm of my subconscious. Stay updated via RSS. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. EDGAR ALLAN POE, To One in Paradise. WELCOME TO MY NEW DREAM JOURNAL. WELCOME TO MY NEW DREAM JOURNAL. Posted: March 6, 2014 in Uncategorized. My old posts are still kept at http:/ mydeliriumdreamsicle.blogspot.com. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Waiting for the Train: October 2009
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Waiting for the Train. I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, all the friends I want to see." - John Burrough. Tuesday, October 6, 2009. Waiting for the Train. Date of Last Update: 05.23.11. We spend most of our lives waiting. For the time to go home after a long day's work. For our date to show up. For the cake to rise. For the water to boil. For that much needed cup of coffee from the barista. But I did something...
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Steel Magnolia: June 2009
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MEMOIRS OF A THIRTY-SOMETHING. Up close and personal. Purely personal. Friday, June 5, 2009. No, not the Swiss Miss. I smelled hot chocolate permeating the air at work today. Surprisingly, it's not the usual hot chocolate that you buy in powdered form. It smells so much of the. That my childhood is made of. 4:00 pm in a warm summer afternoon. The sun is spilling through our. I'm playing in our. It's so quiet I hear the occasional creak of our wooden floor. I smell the smell of our old ancestral house.
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Dreams Curated: Wonderful, fat, deep red tomatoes
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Friday, March 5, 2010. Wonderful, fat, deep red tomatoes. Melissa Greene had a dream about tomatoes and describes it on her blog " Get to the Inside. I am struck by how many of these darned tomatoes I actually have. I begin plucking them from the vines and realize they are real gems. Some are fat and deep red, others are smaller and perfect. They vary in shade and size, but they all seem wonderful to me. . more. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Resource Center for Dreamers. I just came across this a...
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