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Recreating Oneself

Finished the movie – What the Bleep Do We Know – and highly recommend it. My brother sent me a letter that was somewhat loving but ultimately scathing and said where do you find redemption here with this story – he offered his own where to find it – which ultimately I reject – but it set in motion my thinking about how others perceive reality versus my perception and how to hold onto what…

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Meaning on the Sign Posts

Yesterday morning walking the dogs with L, we decided to take a longer walk through City Park and coming out the front we came face to face with almost instant death. A large black truck slammed through a red light and came a breath away from crashing into me, L and our five dogs combined. Luckily the truck swerved to the right as hard as it could and missed us. But we all stood there…

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Mos X

N just called from Austin because the Snake wanted to dog whisper to Renny. But the best is that today my red shoes arrived and I had them on and she said she was getting me a necklace that said “diablito” and so suddenly in the wake of what has been a most excellent (MOS X) Friday night – things are on fire and working – watched a really good movie – Walk the Line…

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Live Your Best Life

I vowed to uphold the pact with S about waking to the flipside – all good – but sixth night in a row of no sleep and it was hard to hum sunny side of the street when the clock hit 6AM – although with two dogs now awaiting their walk – it wasn’t a linger in the bed and be woeful type morning – it was more like, damn I want more sleep and…

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The Wind Howling at all Hours

is upgathered now like sleeping flowers for this, for everything, we are out of tune it moves us not Great God I’d rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn So might I, standing on this pleasant lea Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn…….. [Wordsworth] Tornado warnings throughout New Orleans – wind rattling windows – dogs listing with the gale force – grey skies – no work on LaLa because wind too…

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No speculating

E and I made a pact to quit speculating – we both have the tendency so we now have a pact and when L came over for dinner tonight I told him we had to have the same pact – live for now, and quit speculating on what the future holds. Today was another outstanding day weatherwise in New Orleans but I felt a little bit of a pall for what the rest of the…

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Summer in the City

I swear the weather has been like living in the tropics here and it is early March. I’ve got some sort of pulled muscle in my elbow so no weights and some pulled muscle down below and so no squats or lunges and so what’s left – yes, you got it, a nice long run along the bayou in the sunshine. The first floor framing is going up on LaLa and I had to go…

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The Fool in the Tarot

Is the Fool the hero or the joke? I like best to think of the Fool as the one in the deck about to step off the cliff, to give herself over completely to whatever – romantic love, to a new beginning, a fresh start, a new path – it is the Enthusiast in the deck – the one that says here is a big risk and I will delight in all that it brings…

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She’s Mad and For Good Reason

It seems that either I have a missive in my email box each morning that says “dude, you sound depressed” or one that says “you seem to be moving forward quite well” – people are reading the same entry and getting completely different ideas of what life is like in my world. It’s very curious. So a friend sends this to me this morning in hopes that I will see the light or what has…

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Any Self Respecting Woman Sings to Herself in the Car

Rogue Wave: Publish My Love Wait there, just enough to see you smile. I mixed up the distance of the miracle mile. You could never publish my love You could never publish my love You could never publish my love You could never publish my love Just stand there, you could never make me go through it. The congas, they’re bleeding through his bit-battle wounds You could never publish my love You could never publish…

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