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i often find myself breathing deeply and deliberately with eyes resting shut.
i am taking my classes one word at a time...
reading one word at a time, writing one word at a time.
i've had to break it down.
i am in love with my mostly empty closet here,
in love with my simple bedroom...its walls bare, the furniture plain.
i am swooning over every word of poetry i read aloud...
i must read aloud and slowly and plainly so my heart and mind can comprehend.
i must tell you all how healing this is, i want all of you to experience it.
it is magic.
just re-read wordsworth's "the ruined cottage" and my heart and eyes and lungs
sighed.
magic.
i'm breathing deeply.
my heart both rejoices and aches
{rejoices for beautiful things i am learning, aches for ceej}.
i am overwhelmed.
this i believe.
{photo taken of me by ceej. june 2010}



tonight i leave for school in north carolina.
so thankful to all of you for your support and kind words. i'll try to keep up this blog as much as possible while i am in asheville. i'm sure at first i'll be able to keep up, but as the studying and writing takes over i might not be as consistent, and i might not be able to keep up with all of your wonderful blogs...after six weeks things will hopefully be back to normal here.
very excited, taking deep breaths. ready to break open my voice.
i love being a woman.
my heart broke and opened to an even larger sphere when i watched this documentary. i cried, and thought of what a luxury it is to weep, to admit heart break. these women go through so much heart break. i believe their hearts have broken so much that they can feel on a level that i would be lucky to know.
watch the documentary here or here. a wonderful way to spend a friday night.
{p.s. the cellos cry in the background...so beautiful}
{p.p.s. my fourth nephew was born early this morning...six weeks early! mom and baby are well. so grateful. so happy to be a woman.}

.as i dropped ceej off at the airport this morning i felt deeply how lucky i am.
.i still believe that in heaven i'll be riding a white horse through a beautiful meadow.
.i'm going to work all my life doing the incredibly difficult things that i deeply love.
.am in love with calling dear friends with good hearts who know.
.my library is growing healthy. and hopefully so is my brain.
.four years ago i dreamed about going to north carolina. i'm going there tomorrow.
.i've always feared being a poet...next week i begin to face my fears.
.my biggest fears are my biggest joys.
.idealism is difficult, but worthwhile.
.i wonder if my mom knows that she is a poet from another realm.
.ceej brought me roses that brought me courage.
.i will always be a girl with dreams.
.i am in love with an honest heart.
.life is so clear when i am vulnerable...i see how good it is to fail, to be wrong, to learn.
.i still love the song of a violin.
.i am shaking with possibility. it is all so very vast indeed.
.i am breathing the ebb and flow of life deeply.
i was trying to be oh so exact with my measuring...something i usually speed through.

i even used straight-pins...another rare event. i usally like to eye things a little too much.
but i'm getting better...i even pressed the seams open, nice and flat!






























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