“Why do you hurt yourself Carrie Ann? You are so beautiful.”
“I know,” I reply. “This is just temporary. A way to feel it all as deeply as I possibly can, so that I do not do this again.”
“The way is through you, my dearest one. This is all just…
A soul on a journey...destination: unknown. Take the long way and enjoy the view. A note when reading this blog: if there is a song attached to a post, it is meant to be listened to as you read through it. Some pieces are constructed as a multi-media presentation. I hope you enjoy!
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“Why do you hurt yourself Carrie Ann? You are so beautiful.”
“I know,” I reply. “This is just temporary. A way to feel it all as deeply as I possibly can, so that I do not do this again.”
“The way is through you, my dearest one. This is all just…
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Originally published May 24, 2012
I have had a love affair with words all my life. One of my most powerful memories is of a Carrie five years old, sitting cross-legged on a kindergarten floor, book open in front of her, suddenly unlocking the mysteries of the words previously locked…
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Originally published April 27, 2012
In an effort to stave off a serious chemical imbalance caused by chronic stress, I’ve decided that today, at least for a while, I am going to set aside all of the things that I have to do (like the studying, the housework, the grocery…
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Originally published April 25, 2012
Laying next to my little K last night, snuggling as he struggled into sleep as he always does, this song came on the radio that plays softly by his bed every night to ease his transition from consciousness into his dreams. And for some reason,…
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Originally published March 20, 2012
I’ve always had a thing with death. I suppose most people DO have some sort of “thing” about death, but my thing has a perspective that only those who have been seriously ill seem to really appreciate when I talk of it. For most of…
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Originally published March 2, 2012
…I *am* obsessed. I just can’t help it. This morning, after a huge downpour, what did I do but grab my camera and run outside to see what neat things might be in dire need of photographing (which, it just so happened, the grill did)….