Pacific Blue and Wild Blue Yonder Embrace the hearts of sea and sky. Seduction and passion Belong to Sapphire and Lapis Lazuli. Indigo possesses the soul of jazz, Before it becomes the darkest hue of Midnight Blue. Blue Bell and Periwinkle Are for innocence and flowers, Turquoise and Royal Are brave and empowered. Steel, Cadet [...]
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Posted 04 June 2010
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Sitting in a corner of the tiny dance studio, I watch her every move, not wanting to miss a thing. I commit it all to memory, not knowing how long I have to view. Taking photos in my mind, I file it all away. Fingers gently resting on the barre, Not too tight, barely [...]
Driving on the road toward Oregon, Diana felt her lungs expand, her breathing ease. She needed this trip more than anyone knew – more than she herself even realized until just this moment. As she listened to Pete Yorn on her “Trip of Road” playlist, she gradually felt all the semi-permanent wrinkles in her forehead [...]
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Posted 02 March 2010
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On an apparently somewhat normal seeming day at the local bookstore… psychic ghost lady informed management that there were angry native american spirits in this store and that there was a portal to other realms located in the back of the cafe… pagan goddess did not like this at all so she hid crystals in [...]
Gray skies, gray heart. So gray she predicted there would be a heavy cloud Hovering over her home, Upon her return from chinese food, Just waiting, patiently, To empty itself on her. She watched the sky on the way home…nothing. She pulled onto her street…not a cloud in sight. Into the driveway…there it was. [...]
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Posted 10 February 2010
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Only a once in a while thing. Too often can ruin the magic it bestows. Feel the netting rustling against my legs as I walk. Swishing back and forth, giving sound and volume and courage. It is soft and feminine, Bright and full of strength, Only needing to be called forth. As it hangs in [...]
It was an ordinary Saturday morning for 10 yr. old Tony Cordova- a day full of endless potential, matched only by the exuberance and impatience of the young boy waiting for it to begin. Dad was still sleeping in the motel bedroom so Tony tried to be as quiet as possible while he got himself some Captain Crunch [...]
The well of solitude sucked me so far down that day… Empty, cold, tight. Trapped in my own dark hole of chaos. Fear, despair, panic. What if I can’t find my way out? I am not ready to accept this as my destiny… not now, not yet. The lines on the coffee pot evade me. [...]