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Friday, June 29, 2007 10:29:15 PM
kentucky sunset, greeting
thank you humbly for stopping here. if you leave a message or hello I would love to meet you and answerback.
muse
Saturday, July 23, 2011 7:11:15 PM
love, dark, light, loss
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It's been a long time since I've poked my head up around here. The past year has been so difficult for me in most ways yet still good in others. My family is in a season of loss that is not quite finished. It wears one down. The funerals and flowers. The grieving and living. I feel guilty for being alive and for feeling free now that I'm not needed at home in the same way to care for those ones I loved. The impending parting scares me even more because I've become familiar with death and I know what is coming. I'm trying not to think of it because he's still here and the gone isn't yet separating us.
I haven't made any postings in more than a year, of this I am aware. It has been a dark period and I still feel like I'm learning to see. I hope I can find myself sharing words with others again.
dear uncle,
i do strange things
to let him keep his face
as it is
just a little while longer
i eat bacon and eggs at midnight
lunch at 3:30pm or 10:20am or
whenever he feels like chicken
i forget names and places
he's known for decades
and i've known for years
can't you do the same
just for the days
you pass through
i'll feel much better
and he will too
muse
Sunday, February 28, 2010 6:12:01 AM
photos, video, Trees, snow
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Hello there,
I know I haven't been very present lately in this Operaland. I've been fighting the flu and generally just trying to keep up with life and school. I appreciate everyone who stops by here and takes a look or listen, especially as I've continued to be so negligent in visiting all of you. I sincerely hope and intend to be around more.
Here's a virtual poetry reading. Have a latte with me.
I hope it's mostly intelligible. This is my first attempt at video making, I'm not sure what the quality of the photos are going to be, I hope it's okay.
Morning
It’s still still
Beautiful breathless
the snow hovers on branches
in front of barely traceable
gray blue clouds
and their invisible
white background
Blank white
except for the occasional brown silhouette,
a space of tree trunk or limb
that has shaken free from
its powdery prison's encasement
except for the smoky outline
of the clouds just barely resting
on the horizon's ground
The world is silence
endless empty white light
no moving yet
no footsteps' prints
just sleeping trees, so calm.
This is a world I just might
be able to take on
It looks like a life
I wouldn't have to hide from
muse
Tuesday, February 2, 2010 3:05:03 AM
operaland, Ricewood, Allan, CS Lewis
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I finally saw the post today that I have been hoping never to see. Allan has passed away. My heart is sad. I greatly esteemed and admired Allan. I laughed with Allan. I learned from Allan.
I no doubt will never be the Photographer our dear Allan was, but his suffering my attempts was a great help and I hope always to keep learning about these pictures made from light-writing. Allan's example has helped me to see beauty and humor as pictures in the world around me, which was a great gift. I would never have had the heart to try Project 365 or even to try to take photographs beyond snapshots of my family without Allan's encouragement. I am often in the dark, and photography keeps my eyes open and helps me see more of the light around me than I ever could have imagined.
Allan was the writer of one of first comments I ever received on my very first operaland post:
Allan # 7. March 2007, 13:01
Turning your computer on and typing things is the best anyone could do here.
You do it beautifully.
And to get read you do the right thing, too. You left a comment on my weblog. Thanks.
Keep doing just that and you´re on the right track.
My heart is sad for the loss of Allan here in Operaland, but I mourn even more for his family, especially his wife, he spoke/typed of her with great love. His passing must be very hard for her. She is in my prayers.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. Rev. 21:4 ESV
In The Last Battle, the concluding book of C.S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia, Aslan explains to the children that they don't have to leave Narnia in this passage that comforts me like the verse in the picture above.
"There was a real railway accident," said Aslan softly. "Your father and mother and all of you are -- as you used to call it in the Shadow-Lands -- dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."
And as he spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
I hope very much that in those chapters of forever without tears or pain my path might cross Allan's again.
~muse
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