Journal- ing

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Found these looking through my journals from 4 + years ago. Nothing changes. Have I been listening to myself???

Wislawa Szymborska: Life While-You-Wait

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Life While-You-Wait.Performance without rehearsal.Body without alterations.Head without premeditation. I know nothing of the role I play.I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spotjust what this play’s all about. Ill-prepared for the privilege of living,I can barely keep up with the pace that the action demands.I improvise, although I loathe improvisation.I trip at every step over my own ignorance.I can’t conceal my hayseed manners.My instincts are for happy histrionics.Stage fright makes excuses for… Read More »Wislawa Szymborska: Life While-You-Wait

P-Hill. Done & Done!

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Amber and I climbed, hiked,ok……strolled up it today. And Steve took a picture of us from his house. Can you see us? On the P? I’m in red……? (I can’t see us either) I am soo appreciating the shape time is taking on, due to Quarentine. It is luxurious. Soak it up baby! This won’t last.

Queen

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Here is where the Queen sits and rules her WORLD! Now……if we could only get her to sit!!

Color

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Oh where is the color in my life? The warmth? The feeling of safety? Where have they gone??? How do I get them back?

So many Colors, no Color

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he sees the color, he has no colorI look at him and I get grey in me He looks at me and he gets color in him. I look in the mirror and I feel warmer, livlier, I see youth. even beauty, sometimes. sHe gives the life she has. He has no life. sHe stayed but never arrived.