Tag: self
member name: Joyce C.
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September 26, 2007 11:56 PM EDT --
It was a forest, stuck in the middle of suburbia, right next to an expressway (highway/freeway) with cars whizzing past every second. It felt as if it was set apart, a world within a world. And indeed . . .
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April 01, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
One thing about being a teacher is the opportunity to really confront the various harsh realities faced by kids. I often return home, thankful and sad that some of us could be so blessed while there are . . .
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December 20, 2007 02:24 AM EST --
A star, a sun, a son,
wishing, dreaming, hoping -
waiting for the coming of spring,
light over dark,
a rebirth of a sun,
a remembrance of balance,
a reminder of joy,
Natalis . . .
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March 06, 2008 08:44 AM EST --
So, I drum, the beat close to my ear, reaching right into my bones. And my bones resonate with the song, shrugging off the layers, revealling who I am. My inner self.
My soul is wild, filled with . . .
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October 02, 2007 10:27 AM EDT --
Before I turn in for the night (it's late here!)...
It is Mahatma Gandhi's birthday.
We need his wisdom more than ever now, in this time and age.
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October 03, 2007 12:40 AM EDT --
Dawn seems furthest
with the night
an open maw.
I wait for light
like a plant for water,
desert thirst.
I will keep this vigil
my hope around me,
candle burning raw.
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September 29, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
I am covered in fruit,
Citrus and succulent berries -
Fragrant with lemongrass,
Clad in melons,
Cornucopia in the city.
Urban Gaia,
In jeans and cotton tees.
;)
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October 03, 2007 08:56 AM EDT --
Digging Into Our Psyches
I love archaeological excavations, probably because I am a history graduate and I like all things history-related. I also like getting my hands dirty with the digging and . . .
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December 10, 2007 12:19 AM EST --
A dash of salt, a sprinkle of pepper
a mother’s love
Throw in the cumin, the curry leaves
my heritage speaks, blood and blood
Boil the soup, tasting lotus
Traditions merge, an . . .
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October 03, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
Wolf.
Woman.
Wolfwoman.
Womanwolf.
Wolf-woman.
Woman-wolf.
Who am I?
Am I a wolf
Pretending to be a woman
Or a woman pretending to be a wolf?
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October 10, 2007 08:31 AM EDT --
I wrote this last year, after a colonoscopy.
Recent events have prompted me to think about my mortality. Of course, my mortality is always a concern or a source of worry since I have hypertension, considered . . .
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October 29, 2007 09:28 PM EDT --
As my profile says, I identify myself as a wolf. Well, metaphorically and spiritually. I see myself as a forest wolf, in tune with the forest.
At the same time, I am interested in the conservation . . .
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November 13, 2007 07:58 AM EST --
Okay, something fun for you all.
Assuming that you have not read my profile, what kind of animal do you think I remind you of? (For people who are more sensitive/psychic, feel free to describe any . . .
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September 29, 2007 03:47 AM EDT --
like a river,
streams of water
flowing through, flowing through,
moulding, sometimes cutting
shaping my inner landscape, my own grand canyon:
at times, they meander,
at times, they thunder,
at times, . . .
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May 06, 2008 09:36 AM EDT --
Things past, things present,
Influx of current and history:
Like a river, it will only move forward,
Curling the stones of thought beneath
And chevrons of the future in the making.
Things past, . . .
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September 27, 2007 10:49 PM EDT --
Dreams are messages from my soul. I am one who sees dreaming as a spiritual practice, much like writing and meditating.
So, last night's dreams contained the themes of digging deep, going back and . . .
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September 29, 2007 09:02 PM EDT --
morning breaks,
birdsong and coffee:
my bed is still warm.
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October 16, 2007 04:30 AM EDT --
I love forests.
The image of the forest serves as my inner landscape, a visual metaphor and an anchor. When I go within, I go into a forest. And when I think about wolf, it is a forest wolf. I grow . . .
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October 18, 2007 01:58 AM EDT --
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My heart is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My spirit is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My song is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
I am filled . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:39 AM EST --
Walking into the room containing the pelts, feathers and hides was a surreal moment for me. I felt as if there were untold stories in the air, whispers of voices bleeding into reality and asking to be . . .
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