archives for March 2007
from the big book, via the brujo
Monday 19 March 2007 | I like a cookie
In thinking about our day we may face indecision. We may not be able to determine which course to take. Here we ask God for inspiration, an intuitive thought or a decision. We relax and take it easy. We don’t struggle. We are often surprised how the right answers come after we have tried this […]
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then again
Sunday 18 March 2007 | I like a cookie
The scolopendrae in Arizona aren’t nearly this big. Nor have they neon-blue legs (unrepresentative photograph merely to scare you). “Picture a creature eight inches long, half an inch wide, with the speed and moves of an NFL running back, and a great big fork on its hind end whose contact feels like you just […]
staring at the closed door
Sunday 18 March 2007 | I like a cookie
The good news—the great news—is, they offered us $14,382 a year to come be a PhD student at their university on a tropical island. And the bad news is, one slobbery black Lab and one small black fluffy felid and one slender average-height blue-eyed brunette alco-Celtic Brujo might not come along.
I’ve been reeling from my […]
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an exchange during housecleaning
Saturday 17 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Unnarrator [scrubs and flushes loo]
Pyewacket [scrabbles wildly on rug and scampers from bathroom]
Un [follows cat into living room]: Scared of the toilet, are we?
Pye [thrilled expression on face]: I ran from the potty!!
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friday refrain · sharon olds
Friday 16 March 2007 | I like a cookie
One who has made the journey to hell and back does not have sky fever. She is not of the fairy realm. She smells of fire and earth. She has undulations on her brow from centuries of occupation by water. Her beauty is of the earth. She is a weathered princess, a mother, not a […]
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group hug
Thursday 15 March 2007 | I like a cookie
for all y’all throwing me a link. The Un’s #7 now on Google (for “unreliable narrator” with and without quotation marks)! Anyone else lend a hand?
all I want from today
Thursday 15 March 2007 | I like a cookie
is eyes that don’t itch from JUNIPER ALLERGIES. They’re so swollen that I look like the Mona Lisa, only slightly more porcine, and it’s by far the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time not to just break down and claw at them. I’m thinking about cold green-tea bags as compresses? Which would make […]
it’s starting to seem more real now
Tuesday 13 March 2007 | I like a cookie
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strange bit of jacob boehme to which I keep referring (quoted by annie dillard)
Tuesday 13 March 2007 | I like a cookie
“The whole Deity has in its innermost or beginning Birth, in the Pith or Kernel, a very tart, terrible Sharpness, in which the astringent Quality is very horrible, tart, hard dark and cold Attraction or Drawing together, like Winter, when there is a fierce, bitter cold Frost, when Water is frozen into Ice, and besides […]
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why am I awake at 5:30 am?
Tuesday 13 March 2007 | I like a cookie
money comes in but the fact is
it’s not enough to pay my taxes
and I can’t cry anymore
—sheryl crow
I don’t know why I’m awake, other than I did a rough draft of my 2006 1040 on Sunday and I owe something in the neighborhood of $1600, which is enough to make anyone a teensy bit insomniac. […]
