Tag: inheritance
member name: Adrian Eve Revenaugh
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February 10, 2009 08:34 PM EST --
"All of us run out of time, but for those who have a legacy of doing what we do best, time becomes the muse." unknown author
I marvel at the metaphor that can crawl up the pant leg . . .
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April 01, 2009 04:18 AM EDT --
That tunic of cloud hung densely, veiling all planes and vertices.
A saturated blue gray tilted more toward flattening white. No angle of lens could lend such precision to form or catch the magnitude. . . .
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November 25, 2008 08:13 PM EST --
Recently, a wide spread effort from many places around the globe, caught my attention. Out the front window of my Mother's 1930's bungalow, I've been able to watch the steady parade . . .
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February 13, 2009 09:44 AM EST --
I'm starving here in my little bottle, spidy webbed over, watching the planet melting down, beyond the window panes. Makes me hungry for 'de world in de' flesh!
I never really expected . . .
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March 12, 2009 04:12 AM EDT --
Most afternoons, when bugs were young and drifted snow piled deeply all day, we'd hunker down under a common blanket, properly sandwiched. With paper words and pencils we'd draw straight through . . .
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January 28, 2009 12:23 PM EST --
The morning has slipped in on a sticky fog.
Another long night's vigil leave tattered hearts and endless Mind, shakey from boundless connection.
No longer asking Who's razor edge?
Nor . . .
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January 30, 2009 03:53 PM EST --
Retail Therapy? Oh, grocery shopping day.
I arranged time yesterday for Elder Ma to have a care provider so I might walk my 'rescued' cart across town to make a badly needed stock up of groceries. . . .
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November 20, 2008 05:19 PM EST --
I've been waking so early, this day cranky, again. And this morning, last of morning glory blue, so sweet that birds laugh over my carefully hung laundry. Yard cat from the alley stays while . . .
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January 05, 2009 03:43 PM EST --
The white 1930's bungalow was built along what was originally a wetlands, back when the Kern River was allowed water.
Every fall there's still a gathering, ground to air, of the valley's . . .
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January 12, 2009 05:29 PM EST --
It's been an absolutely wonderful end of 2008 and opening to 2009.
I left for NYC Dec. 25, to spend a week with my eldest, Micah Rudy. We did it all. Everything rolled beautifully with out cramming. . . .
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November 06, 2008 10:42 PM EST --
Non-Effort
The wind in the pines plays a subtle
song, of which I have become
effortlessly aware.
I did not compose it, I do not perform it;
yet it simply is as it is.
Nor do I strain . . .
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