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Feb.02.2012
Near dusk—at top center, a half slice moon spills out to the gentle blue sky.Birds tweet. I crane my head to look up as if I'm upside down; I stay that way taking in the Tree—branches above me splay outward—strong motherly arms revealing leaves brittle with winter that appear as white lace and...
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Feb.01.2012
“Natalie Goldberg reveals Clio’s primary secret about why we are motivated to put our experiences into writing: ‘The deepest secret in the heart of hearts is that we are writing because we love the world.’
From The Nine Muses: A Mythological Path to Creativity—Angeles Arrien
2-1-12: What a...
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Jan.19.2012
This morning the mountaintopwas cloaked in a great white beard; its facethe colors of autumn leaves ofrusset and dusty rose. In these spring-like days of winter, crisp airsends chills through my bones. The rain has come, at last.
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Jan.19.2012
It feels like a lot of small things are whizzing through my mind this morning. Maybe I will eventually accept that this is true of most mornings and in some way, by stating it, committing the statement to the page—day in and day out—is my way of finding the door and maybe one day I won’t need that...
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Jan.17.2012
Introvert.1. To turn or direct inward.2. Psychology To concentrate (one’s interests) upon oneself.
Intro- + Latin vertere, to turn;
From the Free Dictionary and American Heritage Dictionary.
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Labels are tricky and for the most part I try to be careful with them. When the labels are applied very...
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Jan.16.2012
The shower used to be the place where I was calm, where ideas would come to me; running from the shower I would dry off enough and grab for the pen and paper. Now showers are sometimes rushed, still enjoyed, some thoughts, but not the same as before.
Just this morning, while I decided to do those...
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Jan.13.2012
This morning when I got out of bed to begin my morning routine, my significant other said to me in that You talkin to me? way, “You laughing at me?”
He’s not usually conversational when I begin my morning routine because he sleeps an extra hour or so. “Huh?” I said. Clueless, I reached for my...
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Jan.12.2012
This morning I had oatmeal. I like that it has health benefits. That’s not why I’m drawn to it, but it’s a nice bonus. But then I feel guilty; am I not reaping the benefits when I add a pat of butter and a good dollop of brown sugar and so much milk that I can drink it? It’s mostly the butter that...
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Jan.11.2012
How did I come upon this book I ask myself? It turns out Julian Barnes was awarded the 2011 Man Booker prize for this small but quietly potent book. But I think by now that is old news. That didn’t matter to me and in fact it did not seem to stir upon my consciousness. Now that I know, I...
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Jan.10.2012
Today I'm counting on these lovable sea lions to help me through the day. In case I find myself feeling frustrated or things feel out of my control, I want to think of the look in their eyes as they play with each other and bark and smile and wrap around each other innocently, with such joy.
Happy...
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Jan.05.2012
“Life is like an ice cream cone…You have to learn to lick it!”--Charlie Brown
Yesterday for my lunch break I went to the library to take some books back and to pick up one I had on hold. It feels a little late to read it now that Christmas has passed, but then again a Christmas spirit without the...
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Jan.04.2012
Writing has been missing. I’ve missed writing in general, except for the few words that I’ve jotted down in randomness. I’ve missed Red Room. I’ve missed coffee. Today was my first cup of caffeinated coffee since about a month ago when I thought I’d experiment with taking it away. I have...
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Dec.23.2011
Happy puppy licking the back window. The sun that rose in the bedroom window this morning, I see up over the hill as I drive in the opposite direction, it now sets--a large burnt tangerine globe going down the mountain. I pass the tree lot. Lights around the perimeter glow softly. Families...
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Dec.21.2011
I’ve never been one for holiday music, not in a humbug way. But one year I did download an Elvis Christmas and another compilation of festive music. I thought I would dig it up, put it in the CD player and see how I felt about it today. Well, I must say, I wasn’t in the mood for it and when it...
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Dec.09.2011
Two books popped into my head: Willa Cather’s, Death Comes for the Archbishop and Paul Bowles’s The Sheltering Sky. A third book came later: Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist.
I came to The Sheltering Sky because I was reading something—an article maybe—and the actor, Ethan Hawke, listed it as...
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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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