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Mar.19.2010
When do I know that Spring is here? A feeling—of whirling in my tummy when I step outside and it no longer feels chill. The light is softer, the days are longer, shining brightly into my soul, warming it from the frost of Winter and the dryness of Fall. The plants that I pass that adorn the office...
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Mar.18.2010
It has been quite busy, as busy season ramps up. It is only this busy for a little over a quarter out of every year where I get to experience what some people “submit” themselves to everyday of the year. All days are not like this, but the other morning I arrived to work at 7:30 a.m. and did not...
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Mar.15.2010
This morning, the sky a pale blue layer that hangs above the hillside, a stripe of champagne mousse streaked across; as I telescope through the lighted spaces between the pine tree branches hanging down, forming a canopy before my window, as though I’m looking through nature’s kaleidoscope,...
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Mar.14.2010
Observations make it to my little notebook to be returned to later. There are days when I come back to my observations to bring them to the page, and they lift off; other times, they just sit there staring at me. They sit there like a dog that doesn’t like bath time, “Come on, boy,” I say, as I...
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Mar.10.2010
Today is 3-10-10. That has a nice ring to it. Sounds like Rin Tin Tin or rain falling. Or maybe it’s a little chu-chu train, chugging along.
It seems when I’m feeling stuck or blank, I write about what I don’t have to write about. I process. I’ve always enjoyed the act of processing myself out of...
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Mar.09.2010
There’s been a lot on my mind. I’ve always had a slight preoccupation with death and well, he keeps prodding at me, but this time it’s different. Now I think about all the pages I’ve written and how if I were to suddenly die, I would leave behind thoughts that may be taken out of context, that is...
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Mar.02.2010
Spring teases this year. The pitter pat outside my window tugs on my robe. I cannot refuse.
My body slightly shivers. Briskness bringsawareness to my body, of being here outside,and hearing the rain, of feeling alive.
As much as I love the warmth of being inside,I’ve come to appreciate the cold in...
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Mar.01.2010
Busy season is getting busier, so this weekend I found my way into the office for a half-day on Saturday and Sunday. I was the first one in, which was a joy, no interruptions to disrupt my flow for a few hours. When the boss arrived, I decided it was time for fresh air and it was a gorgeous spring...
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Feb.27.2010
There’s a certain look she used to see in the old woman’s eyes.Some thought she was “a little off.” She was in a world of her own,seemingly enlightened, yet still broken in piecesthat were visible in the way her smile would turn, the way she would get into her mode, fall back into her high school...
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Feb.26.2010
When I found, Birds in Fall, by Brad Kessler I was in a small independent bookstore, searching the shelves for titles that stood out to me, that called me into the world within the pages. I randomly chose a section of shelves and looked, picked out books, read the back, put many back. One, though,...
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Feb.24.2010
Finally, my train stop: Downtown Berkeley BART. I make my way out of the cave into the light. As I scoot up the escalator and exit, all is a buzz of people, cars, stores. I feel slightly disoriented and then a strong scent of something sweet causes me to breathe in deeply, and I get my bearings,...
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Feb.23.2010
Yesterday started out a heavy day where I could not stop the tears that would come in bursts. Last week I had booked another ice skating lesson for yesterday morning, but part of me didn’t want to go anymore; the other part of me knew I would be glad I did. I haven’t been since my last lesson,...
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Feb.22.2010
She likes to laugh and smile. “You seem to be doing good.”
“Yes, I feel fine,” she says, but deep down, even though she does feel fine, there are many days and moments where she is acutely aware that an important part of her life is missing—a void that cannot be filled, a void that she does not...
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Feb.21.2010
For some time now, I’ve been intending on making a visit to the Berkeley Art Museum. Yesterday, only moments after I woke, the thought entered my mind, and without any planning, I hopped out of bed, made coffee, and checked their website to see what time they opened. I could have driven, but I much...
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Feb.19.2010
Crows are the comedians of the bird world, the bulldogs of the dog kingdom. Crows are the organizers. Knowing where to be, they create hangouts and territories among the local fast food joints and office buildings.
I happen upon a pack of fourin the McDonalds parking lot.A stand off for a French...
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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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