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"When you open your mind and hands and heart to the knowing of a thing, there is no room in you for fear"
--Patricia McKillip, The Riddle-Master of Hed |
I am going to start filtering some of my more private musings. Since blogger does not have a tool for that, you will need to visit my Live Journal and ask to be friended there. I will continue to post Daily Gratitude and other subjects here.
There is also a FAQ for my Journal at the same link.
Sunday, March 24, 2002
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I still haven't made it to adding stuff to "power & pain" or "sexuality & gender" but I did add to and rearrange the People section and add some pages to "Herstory," "Culture," and "Herbivores." I do plan to adapt some more pages and write a few more desciptions of people today and tomorrow. Just depends how lazy I feel in between cleaning tasks.
Re-reading my entire Journal (which is now 9 months of stuff!) was interesting. Some things I forgot writing. Some things I forgot happened. Was odd reading the post I wrote the morning of 9-11 as I found out what was happening. And now that I have some distance, the motivations of some things that happened seem different than I originally thought. Trying to remember who some of the people I referenced were was difficult when I didn't use a standard nickname for them. And sometimes I had trouble figuring out what I was thinking when I wrote "more later" -- which I seem to type a lot and rarely actually do. I can't even imagine what it would be like to reread every "Perceptions" at this point. The last time I did that was sometime last year....early in the year I think. There's three years of stuff there and although at my core I'm the same, in many ways I'm a different person than I was then.
I look through the blinds and the window next to my computer table. There's a small courtyard between the various buildings and walkways of the complex. green grass. flowers. a few baby trees (the complex is only a few years old. it will take time for the landscaping to age.) blue sky with white fluffy clouds. temps in the mid/high 70s. If I go out to the balcony I have views of mountains and trees and city streets. If I go to the roof of the parking garage, I can see the entire valley ringed by mountains with a mountain scattered here and there and skyscrapers and city and desert in between. I'm looking forward to showing it to my mother. Maybe she'll see why I love it so much better than the flat of Kansas and the crowded cityscape that is Boston. Yeah, there's pollution and traffic congestion and street noise, but I'm home.
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