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wild oregon blackberries
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Monthly Archives: August 2012
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“When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.”
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Abraham Joshua Heschel
Warsaw
Jan. 11, 1907
New York
Dec. 23, 1972
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art
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You take something in. And in the way that you communicate this to someone else, this is your art. Everyone does this. Relating is creating.
Everyone will contain things with labels. We must often look beyond the labels to see.
There will be people saying that only some people do art. But that is a lie.
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stay
you will
be kissed
with the breath of life
the sun will shine
within you
fill you
just when
you think you’re lost
you will be
closer
than before
you will find yourself
standing at my door
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hawthorne
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Sunday afternoon found us in Cine Magic Theatre on East Hawthorne Street in Portland. Casey and i went to see Moonrise Kingdom. I recommend that you see it if you can.
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One man brought his very well behaved dog with him. A regular dog, not trained to lead. The man and dog were companions. Hawthorne is a very special area of town. Part of me would like to live there. It’s funky good. One has to go there to understand. Words just can’t do a job that requires personal experience. Very much like the movie i would say.
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venue
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Saturday evening i went to see an outdoor concert. It’s been awhile since i have attended such an event. Long enough that i realized that, with age, i no longer want to get to a place early to ensure a place to sit, and i wouldn’t want to pay extra to stand in a sea of arm pits, and last but not least, i don’t care to attend a concert with the scent of porta-potty in the breeze.
It was a beautiful evening. I left early and enjoyed the drive home.
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postcards . one
I just started a line of postcards.
There is one postcard in my line of postcards…so far, that is.
The image is a pastel work by Valerie Kamikubo called “Pomegranate.”
It’s a beautiful, warm image for winter correspondence.
Some of you may know Valerie from her blog.
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broken weekend blogging rule = abolish rule
i am only beginning to understand
the overwhelming need of sharing
the desire of together
and yet
there is the fear
the fear of the other person
i wonder
if most disfunction that we perceive
in ourself and others
is not in the desire
as much as it is
in the fear
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August 23, 2012
surroundings
love note
pages of a book
being turned by the wind
long dead grass
damp and bending
tender blackberries
dropping into my hand
a summer ending
bees hungry
sometimes
heartache feels good
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Love
the unexpected
comes out of the expected
life out of death
revelation
out of the ordinary
within the day to day
exchange of conversation
God’s golden breath of light
whispers
“I am here”
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simply
don’t measure up
meet halfway
arranged
imperfect beauty
like a bouquet of twisted zinnias
all together
an unpretentious display
of grace
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august
fire and weed
a burning splendor
erasing sameness
a ceremony
of heartbeat and heat
licking sweat from my lips
picking words from my tongue
the season is ripe
with the sun
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sunset
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“Art is communication.”
Madeleine L’Engle
Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 