Do Da Da Do Do DO DO – Yeah!
life is so groovy! dance, dance, dance! and love, love, love!
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turning doubt around ~ Day 99 of 108 American Sentence
I am free to do all the I want to do! Wow!
Read Morelove letter to America ~American Sentence Day 97 of 108
“…There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
Sign was painted, it said private property
But on the back side it didn’t say nothing
This land was made for you and me…”
~ Woodie Guthrie
Read MoreThe Hermit ~ April Fool’s Journey
Day 10: Who am I, REALLY?
Read MoreEarly Morning Fire ~ American Sentence Day 94 of 108
I drift between wakefulness and sleep from around 3 to 4 am until about 5:30 – I fall back to sleep until 6, when my alarm goes off. It’s better when I surrender – maybe take a cool shower and then, drift in and out of sleep, thinking of dreams,
and noticing.
What my ex-husband told me – American Sentence Day 92 of 108
I firmly believe that fun is essential for our survival and evolution!
Run away from anyone who poo-poos fun. Most definitely run away from anyone who shames you!
Read MoreWaking Up ~ American Sentence Day 90 of 108
if it was a different day i’d be making art. corporate world is not a life.
image: oil stick on paper
Read MoreMy Mother Taught Me Things
from: 108 Days of American Sentence – Day 9: Arms Wrap Around Me
I am surrounded, supported, and loved by strong, beautiful women.
Read MoreBackworld slipping is not an option
“Creativity ignited a spark. In that moment, I saw that art is not peripheral, beauty is not optional, but a strategy for survival.” – Terry Tempest Williams
I walked away a long time ago so that I could find out who I am.
Read Moredrops in the collective making waves and changing lives
Sometimes amazing things happen when you follow your heart. Even actions that seem small have ripple effects.
Sea Turtle in rehabilitation pool. Photo: Paul Perreault.
Read MoreProstrate Undulation ~ American Sentence 89 of 108
Frederica Hall, a local artist, created this drawing, I love her play with color. She said she felt like I was in a cosmic egg. I’m curious to see how she will finish.
Read MoreSo much filling a room
We moved to a small room in an annex to the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. Nada Gordon was teaching – I think we were free-writing, getting warmed up.
My marriage was a disaster and I did’t necessarily feel like feeling anything – so I focused on the room and the sounds and the imagery and the energy of nervous writers filling the space. I put a lot of pressure on writing to take the place of music.
I’m guessing this happened in 2004.
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