Posted in Art, Becomingness, Details of the homo-social life partnership, Fledging Process, Literature, NaNoWriMo, New beginnings, Self-reflection, Survival, Watercolor, Word gardening, Writing, tagged Ali Cavanaugh, FAIL, NaNoWriMo, Time is up on December 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Time is up.
NaNoWriMo has ended.
December 1st has passed.
We survived.
And this, this is the story of survival.
Survival begins much uglier than you might think.
It begins with guilt and shame and a desire to fade into the white and the flurry of fragments — of self and storyline and understanding.
The story is a blurred and spinning motion [...]
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Posted in Details of the homo-social life partnership, Fitness, Friends, Hidden talents, Literature, Losing our marbles, NaNoWriMo, New beginnings, Self-reflection, Word gardening, Writing, tagged Fitness, Literary Arts, Literary Communities, NaNoWriMo, Writing on October 26, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Where did I put my marbles this weekend?
For starters, Berns and I signed up for NaNoWriMo, which if you haven’t heard about is probably the most intimidating bout of dedicated self-torture through literary explosion I’ve heard of and knowingly, even excitedly, volunteered for! NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month and it takes place in [...]
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Posted in Becomingness, Feminism, Film, Fledging Process, New beginnings, Ramblings on life, Sea legs, Seasons: Leaves Snow Flowers Sand, Self-reflection, World travel and wanderlust, tagged At land, Becomingness, Guillemot, Maya Deren, Sea legs on October 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The guillemot (a European bird much like Bernsie, herself) hurls itself off a precipice before it is fully fledged, not as a test of will or wings, but as an instinctual following act just a few steps behind its mother. And the fledgling guillemot doesn’t stick the landing. It doesn’t even fly. The guillemot feels [...]
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“A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in [...]
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We are, between us, the following:
One world traveler/grad-student-to-be/post-Brookylnite/post-post-Baltimorean/canvas shoe wearer/fledgling orthalogian/daily consumer of Americanized Mexican food
One domestic cat-lady-in-waiting/psychiatric rehabilitation specialist/counselor/fledgling harpist/wannabe philatelist/incredibly redundant wordsmith/potential theology student
We are both cheeky. And avid coffee swindlers. And, of course, obsessive list-makers.
Once in a seminar/training, titled “Therapeutic Crisis Intervention: The Cornell Model,” I was asked about my own [...]
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