User Profile

...well, being dragged kicking and pouting into the world of online 'social networking' does have its advantages. besides, i always wanted to be a writer. the journal is mostly for me. but if there are parts you can see, there's a reason for it.

i am a quiet, friendly, artsy type who likes to go with the flow and take life as it comes. i like being spontaneous and goofy. i am spiritual but not religious, i believe in being a good person, in the Wiccan Rede "as it harms none, do what you will" and finding magic in the ordinary... a moment, a person, an object, everything has some magical quality. i love nature, the outdoors, the beach, god i could never live far from the beach. though i do appreciate a good mountain landscape too. i'm a dork and a klutz but that's made me really good at falling down without hurting myself, and being able to laugh about it :)

"Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning." -Charles de Lint "There is no enlightenment outside of daily life." -Thich Nhat Hanh The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves. - Sara Teasdale The wind gives me Enough fallen leaves To make a fire - Ryokan Storm Warnings The glass has been falling all the afternoon, And knowing better than the instrument What winds are walking overhead, what zone Of grey unrest is moving across the land, I leave the book upon a pillowed chair And walk from window to closed window, watching Boughs strain against the sky And think again, as often when the air Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting, How with a single purpose time has traveled By secret currents of the undiscerned Into this polar realm. Weather abroad And weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction. Between foreseeing and averting change Lies all the mastery of elements Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter. Time in the hand is not control of time, Nor shattered fragments of an instrument A proof against the wind; the wind will rise, We can only close the shutters. I draw the curtains as the sky goes black And set a match to candles sheathed in glass Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine Of weather through the unsealed aperture. This is our sole defense against the season; These are the things we have learned to do Who live in troubled regions. -Adrienne Rich

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