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Saturday, October 27, 2007. We are on the brink of something large, maybe like the breaking of a dawn, or maybe like the sinking of a ship, or a candle being lit, let go get some better grip. Mhmm Much has happened since my last writing in this place. And much more will happen before my next if there is ever a next. It might be something else. Wednesday, February 14, 2007.
Sunday, November 12, 2006. But my minds not with you. But I cant Grasp your hands. But you can hear me, you can hear me. I lift up my words, this song is for you. I lift up my fears,. These uncontrollable thoughts of non connection. And I ask you to touch me, hug me, love me. Like the way when I was a kid. Show me that unbelievable love that you once gave. But Its still here is it not. You never leave never forsake. Is it just us? But never full.
Saturday, August 30, 2014. 1 I never listen to the radio. 2 Last time I was in Europe. 3 Oh, I was there for a month for a service trip. 4 These tomatoes are from my garden. 5 My book club meets tonight. 7 I never really post things on Facebook. 8 I got that necklace in Amsterdam. And finally, the inspiration for this post, said aloud, in frustration, when I was alone in my car.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007. Monday, January 15, 2007. About a month ago I was talking to Kaela. And the issue of me NOT having a middle name came up in the conversation. This is a conversation I have ALL the time with people because it is pretty uncommon for someone not to have a middle name. Fed up, I told Kaela that she should think of a middle.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Yes i meant to spell DUE wrong. aaaaanything, just talk to me, tell me what is up! And ill be sure to respond. I Love you all! I was on the floor! .
Friday, February 11, 2011. I have recently been inspired to start working on my drawing skills with intensity. This is going to be a bit of a process and I have to be patient but stay tuned! Have a great weekend! Posted by Travel Girl. Friday, April 30, 2010.
A little part of my heart that I think is worth sharing. My muscles ache, more and more, and more as we fly by cedar shingles and the curtained windows. What if I was going in the wrong direction. Miss the smell of patchouli.