Moogle Me Mad Mushies - 25.06.2008
Wednesday, June 25th, 2008
Moogle Me Mad Mushies - 25.06.2008
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Archive for June, 2008
Crochet Dragon - 22.06.2008
Wednesday, June 25th, 2008
My first completed crochet project in a year. W00T!
Some words of wisdom, expressing my experience of life.
“There are some of us who don’t accept the dreams of dragons as their own, no matter how grand those dragons might say they are. Yes, there are some who will refuse to drop the candle even when pushed into a dark cave and locked there behind a stone.
There is, you must recall, a kind of serious study that will give you the confidence to strike your match to the mighty wick that will illuminate yet another portion of the darkness.
You must be willing to accept the fact that pain is a part of the process of revelation. You have to be willing to take the field and stay on the field the way Duke stayed on the road.
Out there somewhere are the kind of people who do not accept the premature autopsy of a noble art form. These are the ones who follow in the footsteps of the gifted and the disciplined who have been deeply hurt but not discouraged, who have been frightened but have not forgotten how to be brave, who revel in the company of their friends and sweethearts but are willing to face the loneliness that is demanded of mastery.” -Stanley Crouch
Gandering at my Geese
Tuesday, June 17th, 2008Daddy and Daughter fell asleep side-by-side.
Though a photograph would surely capture this moment; words are all I have now.
What a precious family I’ve found, and formed together.
By my side in every wake; never without their presence…
I am not spoiled, but in continuous gratitude for this life lead.
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Small she lies, in a body now Seventeen-months grown. Though at this age, you see a peek of their person:
She reflects myself. Though, not in who she is, but in what she does. So I’m finding myself remembering what it was to be a child. Where I once was blank and woeful. No longer feeling self-pity, but bearing an action for my past reaction. Moving on, mending wounds, by sewing a new generation with love.
How happy he makes me, with his presence alone.
The friendliest Bull on the block.
Bound and determined, bulldozing aside.
Only a red as deep as his heart, can tempt him into a blow to a spear.
It’s who he keeps close, that matter the most.
He puffs it back down, civilly sound.
Never stamping a hoof, or giving a heave.
He lies in his den, restful and zen.
Wanting little more than the crowd door, to the floor…
Giving him solitude and peace.
Still, it is by his daughter-dear, he lies his heart so near;
They slumber on in timeless space, face-to-face…
Daddy’s embrace.
