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    Journal: focus
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    Mood: Sigh...
      
    in ‘back to methuselah’, bernard shaw says: ‘adam invented murder, birth and death and all negative conditions.’

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    my son would not quiet for an hour tonight.

    “one more cuddle mum” (after cuddles, threats, juice, crocodile-stroking-forehead-activities...).

    “then lie down and i will cuddle you”.

    “no, like this”, standing with arms outstretched.

    “mummy feels cranky william and so this will be the last one!”

    i take him in my arms. i feel inadequate to give him the affection he seeks, but make my body go through the motions.

    he pulls back, sits up in my arms, face right-close to mine and tells me that he loves me. he caresses my hair with his small hands and tells me that i am beautiful and funny. he gives me kisses. he tells me that i have pretty hair. he is so serious and tender and calm and i am -

    quiet.

    he has quieted me.

    “are you teaching me something will?”

    he laughs and shakes his head, no.

    and he kisses me again and whispers soft words; strokes my hair some more.

    and he goes down as if he had held on to waking just to show me:

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    change your focus and your world changes…


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    I can't believe you deleted w/hole! It was a work of art that is now lost to the world!
    If you still have a copy of it could you please send it to me? Please, I cry myself to sleep.
    | Posted on 2008-09-07 18:48:54 | by LunaMoth - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    children really are incredible teachers...

    wow - what a journal b.

    one that grabs at my heart.

    have I told you that I am so glad you happened upon me? I really am. I was telling my mom about you yesterday. It is just that I find I am listening to women more, maybe because I am not the only one here, where I am in life... does that make sense?

    We were talking about the women in our family... the strength they carried but didn't know, or if they did know, they didn't use that strength in a positive way. I was telling my mom that I have moments of her. It is like a presense of her, in me, like I am looking through her eyes. As I have gotten older maybe I just try to see her as she was at my age or the ages of me. My mom is wise and compassionate and incredibly sound and strong. I do love her very much and tell her all the time.
    | Posted on 2008-09-07 12:27:03 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    hola chica-b

    hey, I copied that list in your journal and will attempt to answer them at some point or another. Interesting questions and ones that may take a bit of time and thought to answer.

    my dad gave me 'the artist way' along with a pretty notebook years ago... I never did persue it. I think for him, it opened up possibility. he is a deep thinker and writes on occasion. he actually writes erotica which is still hard for me to listen to somedays (sheesh, he is my dad). one year he was out visiting when my aunt was ill and my cousins and I and he were sitting around the kitchen table... well he starts reading his stuff (kinda poetry reading style) and well... all I can remember is my cousins gf's laugh (it is infectious)... my dadio is a strange bird... but I love him. he is a gaia-ist (?)... and it has changed him in many ways... every morning he gets up and writes his prayers and then burns them in the fireplace and smudges ash between his eyes. I am grateful he has found a connection to the larger things.

    anyhoo... just a hiya and thanks for the food for thought.

    gotsta clean out my spare room for the new roomie today...

    still waiting for the rain...
    | Posted on 2008-09-06 11:53:45 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    thanks b for epistle -

    you were right about the 4th oops 5th stanza. I ixnayed it.

    you lush you.... (teasin')

    thanks bunches and whole lots.
    | Posted on 2008-09-05 20:34:23 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    oh b...

    change can be uplifting...
    yea for your raise and your brother and the red and the borrowed puter.
    yea for gratitude.
    sometimes, sometimes, I think this is one of the greatest emotions/thought/feeling that ever was.
    because when things simply are, simply accepted, there is such an overwhelming peace. (at least that has been my experience).

    So thanks for your journal once again.
    Thanks for the reminder.

    In some ways it is like a pay it forward...

    One can't help but smile and become warm.

    You are bright spot for me too...

    Thanks for the sun.
    | Posted on 2008-09-05 11:59:31 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    hola chica!

    how u b, b?

    just checking in on ya. hope you are well. that the gym isn't kicking your arse too badly.

    I used to hate squats... it was always 2 days later when the pain kicked in.

    I used to work out with a girl I worked with years ago (we were waitresses in a deli)... sheesh, that 2nd day we were achey slackers.

    storms are coming this weekend...
    We need rain.
    I need rain.
    I love the sound it makes.
    If I ever own another house, I want to have a tin roof.
    | Posted on 2008-09-05 10:22:00 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -



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