The Cracked Open Heart
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Posted:Feb 14, 2008 6:31 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2014 4:31 am
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I will not go into the reasons why my heart needs protection. They exist, but the healing process is ongoing.
What I want to say is that anyone who forges a crack in my protective shell ...oh let's just call him an archaeologist... finds what history has left me with...the remnants of my heart.
NAMASTE and HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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Changing face
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Posted:Dec 8, 2007 9:26 am
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2014 4:42 am
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I was looking at posts on some groups I belong to and I came across a photo of someone I know. This is either an old photo of this person or this person has had some "work" done.
While I am not against plastic surgery...I also wonder what is it about some people makes them think that they way the ARE is not good enough? Is it insecurity? Or are they really wanting to fool people? I don't know.
I try to look my best at all times. I wear make up...concealer, foundation, a little eye shadow and mascara and lipstick. I use skin care products and I color my hair ( lots of gray). Is this any different from someone who goes whole hog and has reconstructive, appearance-altering surgery?
just some thoughts and observations...not a single judgment..I'd probably have a nip or tick if I could afford it...haha
unadulteratedly yours,
Alice
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In the Realm of Real Life,,,,,
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Posted:Nov 25, 2007 12:35 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 8:49 pm
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My internet was down for almost a month. I learned a few things about myself, my choices and what I want.
I learned that I waste an incredible amount of time surfing the net. Even when I am being productive ( paying bills, shopping, etc) I could be doing other things. When you are sitting and reading and typing the world goes away and things get left un-done.
I learned I tend to substitute on-line interactions with real life ones....some comfort there as opposed to discomfort and risk. I am at ease being alone and enjoy my solitude, at times; but the taking of the steps to get out and enjoy what life has to offer have often been abandoned for the immediacy of finding out things and vicariously enjoying things on the internet.
I learned that I love my friends and should make more time to be with them. Since my Internet was down I have gone to services at a wonderful place called Jubilee here in my town. ( A non-denominational worship place). I have explored some things that I had always wanted to try, but had not. I went to the drumming circle for the first time on Monday night, where they chant and practice for the big public drumming. I was embraced by strangers as one of them and that was wonderful.
Life is good. But..I did miss my blogging pals. I have about caught up with everyone. Your words have powers that you may not even realize. So I thank each one of you for them.
Namaste to you all
Alice-in-real-life
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Music: The Here,The Now
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Posted:Sep 29, 2007 8:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2019 8:28 am
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In the September 24 issue of "New Yorker" magazine there is a fascinating article entitled: "The Abyss -Music and amnesia."
Clive Wearing, a musician and musicologist, suffers a devastating illness of the brain which leaves him with a memory span of only few seconds-the most severe case of amnesia on record. Each blink of his eye revealed something totally new to his brain...he simply could not remember what his eyes had seen in the previous blink. Reading his attempts at journalling is excruciatingly sad.
The one thing that he could "remember" was how to play music ( although he could not recall having learned to or even that he had played a piece just then).
The point of this post is this: how we can truly be in the "NOW" in music. I learned from the article that when we hear music we are often compelled to hum along even to an unfamiliar tune: our brain simply has learned over time to "know" the sequences, the structure and the flow of melody. A quotation near the end of the article sums this up so eloquently:
"The hearing of a melody is a hearing with the melody....It is even a condition of hearing the melody that the tone present at the moment should fill the consciousness entirely, that nothing should be remembered, nothing except it or beside it be present in consciousness....Hearing a melody is hearing, having heard, and being about to hear all at once....Every melody declares to us that the past can be there without being remembered, the future without being foreknown." -Victor Zuckerkandl, 1956
I was struck by this so much. I thought of all the music that is embedded in my consciousness: I do not recall it so much as I feel it, do not "know" it so much as I can understand it.
I really would like some opinions on this from my readers...so if you read this...please let me know!
In a song from the here and now,
Alice
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"Goddess"
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Posted:Sep 14, 2007 2:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2016 8:22 am
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I wrote this poem a long time ago: it seems I am not so afraid to step into the fire.
"GODDESS"
It has been a long winter of discontent
Cold ashes lie in waiting for renewed flames.
Even the hearth is cold, the stones cracking, the air rent.
Stale scent of long past passions spent.
Issuing forth from the mocking ghost, shadows
That serve to remind…playing in fire is dangerous.
Now the danger attracts, the bright flame beckons…
And summons the goddess of fire.
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Espresso Stories
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Posted:Aug 29, 2007 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2022 12:07 pm
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A while back, in a creative spurt, I joined a website called "Espresso Stories". The idea is to write a complete story in 25 words or less- not as easy as it might seem. To quote the site-
"The most basic rule is that they're just a sentence or two, totalling 25 words or less. Less hard-and-fast - but equally vital - are a theme, plot, characters, and narrative development. Everything you'd see in any good story - but short enough to fit into the time it takes to reach the bottom of that bitter little cup, as you ponder on how even the briefest experiences can make life more meaningful."
One of mine is ranked 371 out of 5607 stories posted on the site. See if you can guess which one, or tell me which one you like best!
So..here is my first effort, with the following ones in the comments.
'Dreaming of Words'
That poem I sent you was formed in my dream.
I only changed two words. That seemed right.
Too bad it didn't change anything.
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FEED ME
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Posted:Jul 20, 2007 7:04 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 8:56 pm
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Feed me Pineapple
Feed me pineapple and call me your angel
Fresh hot coffee and kisses for breakfast
Sweet, sweet smiles and pineapple
You can't know how delicious you are
Bring me wine and chocolate
To soothe my soul and heal my heart
Let me taste sweet parts of you
And you will know how delicious I am
November 2001
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ODE TO WINE
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Posted:Jun 22, 2007 8:47 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2021 7:34 pm
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Ode To Wine by Pablo Neruda
Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.
My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.
But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine. |
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Treating yourself.....
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Posted:Jun 3, 2007 12:02 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 8:59 pm
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I get periodic bonuses at work. Sometimes I need the money for bills and household things, but I try to use some of it to treat me to something nice.
I take my friends out for dinner, or buy some nice food and cook for them. I get a pedicure or manicure or massage.
This time I bought me a pretty necklace at a craft fair!
How do you treat yourself?
Do you spend windfalls on luxuries or necessities?
Do you spread the wealth or keep it all to yourself??
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Dancing...
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Posted:Apr 2, 2007 6:08 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 9:01 pm
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At the still point of the turning world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;
at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
~ T.S. Elliot ~
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I LOVE COFFEE
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Posted:Mar 16, 2007 4:41 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 9:04 pm
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I LOVE COFFEE...
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I have a lovely ritual with my afternoon latte....
I pour the fresh beans into the grinder ( after breathing deep the dark fragrant beans). I do not mind the loud sound as I run hot water into my latte cup ( I like it HOT). I measure the soft finely ground coffee into the basket and insert the holder into the machine and pour in the right amount of water.
I get the milk and put it in my frother cup and wait by the machine for the proper moment to begin the frothing! I hold on to the outside of the cup to feel the temperature rise and when it is at the proper froth I empty the hot water from my cup and put my raw sugar in.
After the last drops of deep rich coffee drop into the foamy crema of the espresso I pour it into my latte cup and slowly pour the foamed milk in....saving the top foam for making the swirl. I admire the lovliness and get in my chair and sit back and go...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I love coffee.
What I really like is the first cup of the day...made to perfection, hot & steamy and sipped slowly in slilence with the morning sun on my face. Kind of a morning meditation
Join me...but don't talk till we get to the bottom of the cup!
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Let the magic begin...PLEASE
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Posted:Mar 13, 2007 9:24 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 9:06 pm
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Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 21)
Something in your life is about to change for the better, but you have to participate in the process. You can unconsciously hold on to the way things were, for what you know seems less frightening than what you don't know. Ultimately, Scorpio is the sign of transformation. You have the power, so don't hold back; let the magic happen.
OH....Great Goddess.....tell me what to do and I will.
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BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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Posted:Jan 29, 2007 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2021 7:35 pm
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It was 6 degrees this morning and the street was a solid sheet of ice covered with about 1 inch of snow. I stayed in till the sun came through the trees and warmed the road enough for me to get out. I don't have 4-wheel drive so i have to be extra cautious.
I used to LOVE snow days when I was a . I NEVER got out of the bed before peeking out the window to see if it snowed in the night!
We'd always make grilled cheese sandwiches and hot cocoa and go out and build snow men and take sled rides down the big hill. Our feet would be frozen and our faces all red and our clothes soaked to the skin but we didnt care!
SO...HAPPY SNOW DAY
* even tho I did have to go to work later.....
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