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Mar.01.2012
For me this question is difficult: Who is my Red Room Hero? There are Red Room members and authors that immediately come to the forefront of my mind, but then to select only one or even two excludes all the others, excludes all those whose rooms I have not entered.
I simply cannot choose. We are...
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Feb.29.2012
Yesterday I finally took a fresh air walk to the library at just the right time. I was beginning to become frazzled. My destination was the library to pick up several books I had on hold. When I went downstairs I was greeted by a sparrow nibbling on a morsel. I immediately felt calmer. Sparrows...
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Feb.27.2012
“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
--Jimmy Dean
The first time I read this quote, I knew it was for me. I came across the quote at work about two years ago on a paper towel of all places. The quote wasn’t attributed to anyone and at...
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Feb.24.2012
This morning I have my metaphorical dancing shoes on laced up with passion and laughter. A stray from the classical, jazz, and Latin notes that usually breeze out of the speakers, it was time to put in high-energy music and get moving!
As usual, I’m in and out of books, certain ones pulling...
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Feb.23.2012
The soul is cleansed
in the sleep of night.
Each tomorrow, a new day.
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Feb.22.2012
This morning while I was washing dishes, thoughts were racing through my mind. I’ve been thinking about a school memory for a week or so; or rather it popped into my awareness and I wanted to write about it and then a book on introversion that I’ve been reading gave me a different perspective on my...
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Feb.20.2012
The house is still. Day
is waking.
Tick-tock
The house is still. Listen to the
flowers growing.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Whoosh
Blurp, blurp
Tick-tock
Whoosh
A small bird gently sounds into my left ear.
Right ear perks up
to the bold crow in the distance.
Tick-tock
Whoosh
The house is still,
Full...
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Feb.19.2012
Yesterday my significant other and I helped his cousin and her husband move. They had plenty of help the days preceding and now it was our turn. He helped the husband with the large heavy items and I helped his cousin get the rest of her closet boxed up and bagged little items that still lay around...
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Feb.16.2012
Today is a crumpled sock.Wooly with muted rainbow stripes,of chocolate, mint green, andyellow crunch.
Acknowledge your crumpledness,crumpled sock. Stretch out,Smooth your wrinkles, pick off the lint.
Face the day—in all your crumpledness!
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Feb.16.2012
One life changing experience came with a not so great moment in a college composition class. I had failed my first attempt at the local community college and decided to give it another try. I felt dejected by the instructor’s comments to my face. I was trying to express my feelings—incomplete...
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Feb.14.2012
Valentine’s Day was always one of my favorites. As a kid in school, I looked forward to selecting Valentine’s Day cards, not individual cards, but the boxed variety with miniature envelopes and a selection of Valentine messages. I remember in elementary school making the pouches and decorating them...
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Feb.14.2012
Today the muse is Keiko Amano, her blogs and our exchanges. It came to me at work in a moment. It felt playful and fun. I quickly took a pencil and scribbled quickly on a post-it note in pencil and slipped it into my satchel.
**
All this talk about Howl
SOund of...
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Feb.10.2012
Piles of papers, receipts, store clothing tags, earrings, a dollar bill, old bills, new bills, rubber bands, small books, a compact camera in a baggie, a hairbrush, dust—all of these things were becoming too much. I have gotten behind in sorting through the desk where the computer stands that I...
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Feb.07.2012
Different memories have been stored away of when my mother passed away. Memories of how I adjusted—different compartments that I placed her within my 13-year-old self—different memories that sometimes seem to barley scrape the sides of each other as though they are fractured, yet whole.
What really...
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About Rebbecca
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
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Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones
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