tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35784020051918642502011-09-26T01:05:02.284-07:00just beyond this place and to the there, a world sits with blue birds flying to lullabies. someday i'll wish to fall asleep and wake up with a heart full of lemon drops.K. Trembleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13756486498129065945noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578402005191864250.post-71631346602040763432011-07-25T13:42:00.001-07:002011-07-25T14:09:16.052-07:00

I feel it mostly in my chest. It builds and pushes against my ribs and upper back, threatening to burst open in flames and ash with each passing day. A deep inhalation releases the tension and shoots through my body with pokes and needles. My breath is the blood flowing to a limb that has been far too distant and deeply asleep; that limb is my voice pushed dormant by tragedy, depression and

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Happy Birthday, my Uncle Tim. Time doesn't heal yet. The shock of your death is gone and I know, with a sinking, heavy, trap-door feeling in the bottom of my heart that you are not coming back. I will never see you arguing with Todd at family holidays. We will never climb another mountain together, standing on top of the world and feeling alive. You will not be the reckless Sheriff of BANG! who

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It was my intention to provide a link to my new blog over a month ago, before leaving for Mexico. But life has a way of getting carried away and here I find myself a month into my travels and a link still lacking. Here it is, my delightful readership. If you were not already aware of the switch, my Mexican adventure can be followed here:www.twohandstofeet.blogspot.comBe back soon.

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It's an odd feeling to go through your already small room and get rid of everything you have stacked up and stored away for 27 years. First go the clothes and books that you don't find absolutely necessary. Then with a little more anxiety, the clothes and books that do seem necessary. Next go the toiletries you won't use, but still feel are wrongly labelled as trash because they could be used,

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What is it within that causes us to so readily petition the skies with an array of emotions? What is it that prompts us to gain our answer from the caress of the wind? Do birds, who fly so free in the expanses we merely theorize, wonder at the skies?

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Dear Baby Aidan, You should come out now. There is a whole host of people who have been awaiting your arrival and we all look forward to meeting you. Your family is very nice and your parents will make sure you are never short on love. You also have a nana, nannee, papop, tia and uncle willing and anxious to adore every fiber of you.I know the process of being born can be quite scary. We have all

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I don't drink Irony by the glass, I drink it by the bottle. At first it goes down a little bitter, as irony does, but by the end of mug one -because we were drinking this irony from mugs as first class ladies do- the subtle hints of fruit came out over the alcohol. Of course, by this time we also smelled more of alcohol than popcorn and our heads whooshed a little when we felt the need to stand

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This was a present for my cousin's birthday. I could see her using a windy day to dance with the stars. Happy Birthday, my beautiful and talented cousin!

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This week my morning walks to work have greeted me with rain and wind. Fortunately, I walk with a bright pink umbrella borrowed from my roommate. Drawing inspiration from my walk and utilizing the lack of social activity filling my evening, I watched a movie and painted. I wrote this on the back of my painting: I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to

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Setting: I live with three counselors. Tonight I came home to my roommates watching a movie.Me: "What are you watching?"RMs3: "Interrogation"Me: "What's it about?"RMs3: "A therapist."/pause//look from one roommate to the other//burst out laughing/

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I am currently writing a 100% hypothetical, non-autobiographical, fictional scenario in which a protagonist deals with an ex-boyfriend. In this scenario, the protagonist sees some pictures which she really didn't care to see to confirm a truth that she knew to be so, intuitively, but didn't really care to think about. Pictures paired with the holiday memories of a year past make for a great

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I was only gone to Mexico for two weeks. I shouldn't be experiencing the level of culture shock that I am. However, now that I am back, I can't decide which reality is less real: the lure of warm and relaxed Mexico or the busy, cold-shouldered running about of Seattle. Right now, Mexico stays stubborn in my mind and I try to fight off the illusions of missed priorities so screamingly present in

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As of last night, I have been in Mexico for over a week. My body has nearly adjusted to an 80 degree temperature change, I have adapted my wardrobe to accommodate the tastiness of my skin to a myriad of bugs, and I no longer risk giving myself intestinal unrest by almost drinking tap water. This time abroad has convinced me of the human body´s ability to make do in all the different ways we try

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Five star sunsets......every single day.

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Midnight skies cross the void, causing festive merriment and crusting the grass with one million dancing, singing, laughing stars. This night, first frost inverts the world as the universe crunches beneath my shoes. I'll puff out white clouds of stilled adoration before cold bones and screaming blue fingers blind my sight with apathy.I went to a concert known as "The Rounds," a collection of

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It is not every day that I find magic in the city. No, that's not quite right. I'll try again...It is not every day that I allow time to find magic in the city. As I rush from point A to B, I award very little attention for the slow moving pace of nymphs and creatures everlasting. But they are here regardless of my notice, hidden in the cracks of sidewalks and the limbs of painted trees. I was

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Something is in the air. It spins around my head and makes me dizzy. It fills my lungs and the weight of it allows breath, but only so and laboriously. This strange and intoxicating air passes into my veins and bewitches my blood, speeding up my heart and making the surrounding world feel crowded and small- the box top sky begins to drop down and the sides of tree limbs spread their arms to grasp

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I took a trip to Portland recently to visit some friends. Portland has a battle cry, of sorts, that you find posted on bumpers, bikes and random local businesses around the city: "Keep Portland Weird." I think street festivals are designed and attended with this goal in mind. While walking the Alberta Street Festival, I was lucky to capture a few moments and interactions that endear me to this

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Trees painted blushwith the kiss of autumnI wrote that with refrigerator poetry. My productivity of the last month, only slightly impeded by scattered employment:Letters Without Lovers: Autumn Sent With Love, 2009Letters Without Lovers: Birches, 2009 Letters Without Lovers: Quest for a Tree, 2009 Quest for a Tree, Armed with a Quote, 2009

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Rather than play my 20th hour of Bejewelled or Insaniquarium while working as the PopCap Games receptionist, I resolved to stretch my mind in a way that doesn't include countless and mindless clicking of a mouse. My hand is covered in purple smudges that may or may not look like the following words:if i love You(thickness meansworlds inhabited by roaminglystern bright faeriesif you loveme)

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I realized something today. It is something we all know deep down, but I'm sure rarely think of the implications in our moments of youth and indestructibility. Everyone is young and youthful, at some point starting out in their lives. Living is an incredibly difficult thing and it is impressive so many people make it to decaying bodies and mental instability. Discovering this at a coffee shop, I

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I wrote a poem on my hand to study while driving back from Bremerton. My car smelled of freshly picked raspberries and an inspiring mix tape danced the stars late into the night. The memorization was a success.since feeling is firstWho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss youWholly to be a foolWhile Spring is in the world.My blood approvesand kisses are a better

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I arrived at Greenlake on a warm, sunny morning. Scattered around the park, lovers cuddled on blankets in the sun, readers lost themselves to other worlds in the shade, and countless runners, bikers, walkers and roller-skaters worked to fine tune bodies into that ideal image. Surely, amongst this activity, I will find someone to give my birch bark poem.I rode my bike to the park. This way, I

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While walking yesterday, I found myself in a grove of birches and stared amazed at the perfect white trunks of the delicate trees surrounding me. A little ways up, one tree was shedding a parchment of bark like skin during rejuvenation. I jumped, caught the roll in my hand and placed it in my pocket for later, sad that I knew so little poetry by heart to mark upon my pearly white paper. This

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I found these quotes and would like to document them here. e.e. cummings is a master mind of art, beauty and love."Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.""Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than sun, more last than star.""The most wasted of all days is one without

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Mountains Beyond Mountains by Tracy KidderA biography on the life and work of Paul Farmer, a doctor in Haiti as well as the founder of Partners in Health. Paul Farmer is currently working to eradicate the world of Multiple Drug Resistant TB, AIDS and social inequality. This book will inspire and change you.Quotes from Farmer:"People from our background... we're used to being on a victory team,

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Some things can't be shared on a blog. The extent of how great this weekend was is one of those things. But, I will leave you with a couple of my favorite quotes. The first is from Saturday night, given by my hilarious and incredibly witty friend Paul:"Bono was illiterate. You know that song, 'Where the Streets Have No Names?' That was because he couldn't read any of the signs. As far as he was

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Ten hours and three times through "Becoming Jane" (why did I do it?), I finally arrive. I would be a catch, should merit still weigh upon one's needle-pointing skills.

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Today marked the end of a two week vegan fast celebrating the Dormition of the Theotokos: the day Mary, the mother of Jesus died. Yesterday there was an evening Vigil followed by a Matins service. Each service in the Orthodox Church has a different but equally beautiful mood and I have fallen in love with all of them. Right now Matins might be my favorite, or at least favorite enough to attend

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I found this flower on a trash heap today. I like to think the garbage men found it and smiledbefore throwing the trash away. I don't think they noticed.I do believe the stars have been aligning oddly in Capricorn this week.Aside from other odd interactions I've found myself engaging in that I am still working to put my head around (randomly being contact by someone 8 years past, talking with an

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Inspired by my recent move to Seattle and fueled by my lack of employment, I'm caught with an irresistible need to cut, color and hang little bits of paper from odd places. My projects for the summer have been decoupaging an old copy of Vanity Fair to a dresser (project pending), making the perfect bookshelf (pending), coloring and sending as many envelopes as I can to friends and family (pending

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These are a few of my favorite things.With nothing better to do on Friday afternoon, I decided to explore the kitchen of my Seattle apartment. Eclectic would be an understatement for the collection of things my roommate has acquired from households past. Before today, my experience with the kitchen was as follows: drinking water out of glass jars, doing dishes with a pink fuzzy, burning all

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It is 9:00 at night and the heat in my attic apartment is shrink wrapping my clothes to my skin. I spent the hottest part of the day with hundreds of other people at Matthew's Beach on Lake Washington, lamenting the heat in bits of shade and cooling off in fece infested waters. Although I hear many condescending Seattlite comments regarding the backwoods nature of Bremerton, I can't help but

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Day two of my online guitar lessons: I can't feel my left hand and the corresponding wrist throbs. I should probably heed the advice of my lessons and cut back the playing to 15 minutes everyday, lest I injure my wrists or fingers so soon after starting. A person's hand is probably not suppose to feel like the size and elegance of an inflated balloon, after all. Lies. I'll just keep on keeping on

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A guitar has most recently found itself in my possession. To celebrate this companionship with my new instrument friend, I sat down, Google searched "Beginning Guitar," and found this site. I can play a really pathetic version of Leaving on a Jet Plane and The Gambler, identify basic guitar anatomy, and hold a pick in the correct position. The cords I slowly produce sound terrible and my hands

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I made an important decision today. With so many hours of free time to examine my life and personality, my goals and dreams, I realized I have a lot of cobwebs hiding in very big closets. Sadly, so many of my free hours have been spent either on internet networks or thinking about said internet networks. Not on developing my photography. Not on learning to play the guitar or ukulele. No even on

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To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet. --Charles Caleb ColtonPray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for. --Dag HammarskjoldI was left with an interesting choice last night: Is it more lame to spend Saturday night

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My climbing friend recently posted a contest on her blog, asking her readers to describe their most romantic rock climbing or outdoor experience. You can find her original blog here: RockClimberGirl I wrote the following in response to her inquiry: I love outdoor sports and activities of every kind. I’m heterosexual. I’m single. With a profile such as this and an outdoor guy/girl ratio of 4:1,

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Excerpt from Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson.Context: Greg Mortenson is building schools all over Pakistan, several years before the 9/11 bombing of the World Trade Centers. In this conversation, he is talking with Brigadier General Bashir Baz of the Pakistani military about the Taliban in Afghanistan and America's War on Terror. The excerpt follows:"You know Greg, I have to thank your

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Last week was my first time in a public school since I graduated from high school in 2001. Continually unhappy with my chosen line of work (read customer service, retail, office administration and paperwork), I have decided to pursue a job in the realm of education to see if I might fair better as a teacher. Frustrated with my work at the rock climbing gym, I completed my paperwork to be a

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I'm a dreamer. Those who know me will attest to this fact. Give me a dull or unadventurous life and I will hatch some plan to inspire that life back into full color, perfectly tailored to that person's wants and needs. One dream is to walk around the world starting with Mexico. Rather than experience a country for a short week or two, the plan is to live and volunteer in a country until I learn

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Everything considered, I should be well into my rock climbing obsession. I started climbing when I turned 18 and aside from a few years break for life and higher education, I have been climbing ever since. I have toured several rock climbing locations around the Northwest. I own all the necessary equipment to sport climb and have recently entertained a dangerous affair with traditional climbing.

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I am:5'4" 25 year old, straight Scot-Irish Female who climbs 5.10 outside (with 5.11 upgrade in gym). Lead ability, safe and reliable belay, willing to rope gun or project with appropriate partner. Although I have yet to lead my first traditional climb, I am interested and willing to learn (or follow anything). I work at the Bremerton Vertical World, so partner must have flexible schedule with

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In response to my most recent post, a friend sent me this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HufuI understand the many benefits of weening cannibals off human flesh. By giving cannibals the alternatives they need, we are restoring the waning populations of humanity back to their healthy levels of existence. Soy products also give the cannibals nutritional elements not present in their former diet

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(Edit) In New York City, approximately 1,600 people are bitten by other humans annually. (End Edit) Although not as daunting as the first few pages in a blank journal, filling this text box with relevant content is proving a difficult task. I am plagued with questions on how you, my audience, will interpret this new journey and myself, as well as how this first blog will shape the creation and

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