Tag: urban gaia
member name: Joyce C.
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October 02, 2007 02:15 AM EDT --
The bo/peepul is now a predominant feature in my inner landscape.
It is a sacred tree, connected to Hinduism and Buddhism.
It is a tree that teaches us forgiveness, resilience and mortality. It is the . . .
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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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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 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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March 21, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
Oh deep dark compost, so rich with nutrients, of the Earth's goodness. A combination of things we do not want, the debris, the junk, the leftovers, the bits-and-pieces. We throw them in and they break . . .
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March 29, 2008 12:37 AM EDT --
Paws in black loam.
Sniffing - humus, humid, humility.
Lips curl over sharp canines,
Amber pools, mini lunar discs.
Fungi, mushroom, decay, rot.
Growth, damp, germinating, seething.
The . . .
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October 09, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
Heart leaf pressed on my chest -
Gazing up at the stars:
I feel the longing of home.
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October 23, 2007 08:50 AM EDT --
For many of us, a sacred place might be the forest near where we live, or the quiet creek where we sit down for a quiet time. Likewise, it could be a tiny garden filled with nature's goodness or a . . .
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December 21, 2007 07:00 AM EST --
Celebrating Dong Zhi or the Winter Solstice tonight. We bought the pink and white glutinous dough to make the dumplings so that we can eat them later as a hot dessert.
Coincidentally, it started to . . .
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March 14, 2008 11:10 AM EDT --
Liquid gold -
Sunburst in mouth,
Sweet and tart at the same time.
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October 15, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
I feel like a LOLcat. You know, the pictures of cats with funny words. At the moment, it is "I is silly. Gotz side-tracked!"
Phew. I feel really silly for writing in that fashion!
But it is . . .
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February 07, 2008 09:52 AM EST --
Inspired by - yes - Johnny and the Sprites.
Wake up, old slumbering Earth -
Wake up and stretch forth your shoots,
Your little germinating seeds, your little bulbs.
Let them push out from the . . .
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December 14, 2007 08:36 AM EST --
folds of her -
layer upon layer,
shaped, wrinkled, formed,
generations and histories:
weathered body
with so . . .
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January 12, 2008 02:26 AM EST --
Wonder still exists in this world. The kind of wide-eyed "Wow", residing in all of us, even in the hearts of hardened folks.
It snowed in Baghdad. And the people woke up in Wonder and for . . .
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October 14, 2007 09:04 PM EDT --
I love the written word. Heck, I love language - the sounds, the textures and the compositions of it. I write and for a while, I was an editor.
I also love teaching and have taught in mainstream Singapore . . .
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October 15, 2007 06:59 AM EDT --
I wove a beetle into my hair,
a tiny cousin of the mighty scarab:
poor thing, flying in from the cool night air.
I lifted my hand up, touched something
warm and hard...
Beetle in my hair!
Not . . .
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October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
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March 20, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
She dropped onto the soft sand, panther-quiet, a dark shadow slipping in the shadows of the large hangar. She hid beneath the large silver fighter planes. Birds of death, her people called them. Birds . . .
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September 29, 2007 04:08 AM EDT --
For women who love Mother Earth...
http://urbangaia.gather.com/
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October 06, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
It is a generalization to say that Singapore does not have seasons. Or that she has hot and wet monsoon seasons.
Just look very carefully at the plants. They react to the minute shifts to the weather . . .
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