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Open Diary - http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=C101085 Musings on the Journey Brigid's Day 2012 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21440 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21440 <center><a><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v87/catkem/stbrigid.jpg" new page></a></center> Fire and reeds I have walked in a place sanctified in your name a place your feet must have tread so long so very long ago carrying simplicity a bowl of fire a cross woven of reeds Goddess saint bestow on me your blessings if you would like those slender trees I'm sure a tiny forest now it's been too long so very much too long Light the fire in my soul weave me your good news let me lay down this cross-hatched head on your wild and woolen thigh to bide a while in green Farguahart's midst walking in my mind to your well to the round shelters of the Clares so near and here's so far from it all Wed, 1 Feb 2012 00:00:00 GMT After a long time: writing in a box http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21439 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21439 The 34th Street Triangle: The building in which I work is a bit unique for midtown Manhattan. It faces the corner on a diagonal. They are doing some brick repairs, and there is just loads of scaffolding all over the place. Plus, there are blocked off areas so silly someones (I am a candidate for that) won't wander into any places where our heads might get bonked by the odd falling brick. These areas are roughly triangular, and there's this kind of wire mesh screen atop wood planks to create effective barriers. When I go outside to smoke a cigarette (I owe a wonderful friend at least a month's rent by now for her generously supplied cartons of these things i can no longer afford), I like to blow my smoke through the mesh screen; it sort of disappears in there, and hence doesn't bother the hand wavers. I find the hand wavers rather interesting in an anthropological sort of way. Usually, when they are waving their hands there isn't any actual smoke anywhere near them, so it seems they just need to make a gesture against the idea of smoke rather than the actuality of it. Many anniversaries and holidays, birthdays and other important things have gone unnoted here for quite a while. Whittery bits form and fly away. I would like to get back to posting my odd bits and pieces here again. Having heard recently from a dear OD friend, I got to thinking of the generous gift Folláin gave me of a lifetime membership; what a consistent joyful thing her ongoing presence in my life is! Time to think of honoring that, and some magnificent humans I have connected with through this unusual site with its unique ways of communicating and sharing. I do hope, though, that the Facebook and Twitter post options are working again, because I want to open this up to whoever might be inclined to follow along, even those who are not OD members. Due to some very odd notage, I've had to make notes on my diary OD members only, but of course if anyone was particularly interested in a whittery bit or whatever I start posting here again, they would be able to comment in those other places. Now to try to find time to visit other diaries and note and reconnect in those ways. Sometimes these days it seems I barely have time to remember to breathe. Well: It's worth a try again. I miss this mighty and underappreciated place. Fri, 2 Dec 2011 00:00:00 GMT Among the missing http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21438 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21438 Dates gone without me knowing it: Diary's 10th anniversaryFolláin's birthday Me Explorer writer's birthday Ninth anniversary of meeting Folláin on a magical rainy Labor Day nine years ago 1oth anniversary of 9/11 Never mind other important dates ... ah there are so many. I have been sick and I am still sick. Not physically although biochemically. I remain sober. Today I noticed: Women are pregnant. The day is unbearably yellow and blue and clear. Trail mix was added to my lunch. Just a note: I am uncommunicative on an interpersonal level, and expect I will be so for a while until things are adjusted. It isn't a lack of anything good I have ever felt for anyone. It should be temporary too. I'm sorry. Mon, 12 Sep 2011 00:00:00 GMT The collector http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21437 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21437 You prefer the smooth ones; have you noticed? The rough edges smoothed away, whether by time, sand, wind, or tumbler. Sort through your mementos; they are of any and all shapes; the one consistent thing is the smoothness of them. The antithesis of your bumptious, bumpy, bumping and bumbling shamble through the years. You dream of diaphanous silken glistening sparkling grace. Ah yes ... to dream, well, off you go again, don't you? Into that forest removed from the always lessened truth. No more precipices for you; no more fantasies of cliffs to be flown off. You aren't winged; you are made of clay and lead. You are jagged and rough-hewn and messy. Dream on. Or don't. Keep your collection in a hidden place for recollection. Maybe there's a place for you in there too. Tue, 9 Aug 2011 00:00:00 GMT Where http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21436 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=C101085&entry=21436 I'm here stuck and while I cannot do any more of what I do here there is no movement possible to any other place Of course in a while I will make the movements and go to another place slowly inevitably but here is as good as anywhere or not Nowhere isn't dark with apprehension suffocation of belief there is an endless hopelessness redundant beyond measure beyond bearing Sloth and the thin thread of the undone form the veil between here and there and nowhere Fri, 29 Jul 2011 00:00:00 GMT