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Home - Biog and News. Wake Up Happy Every Day on tour. This is the blurb for it. Armed with a trunk of exhibits from his own Museum of Perfect Contentment writer Stephen May will share recipes for happiness – and its opposites – uncovered while writing his latest novel. Covering all the big topics – sex, death, religion, money – and many of the smaller ones, this is a funny, tender and personal exploration of why it is hard to be both happy and human. That was the year that was. During 2014 I took my.
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northern faerie tales: April 2010
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Friday, 2 April 2010. I spotted the above words graffiti'd in bratfud. it made me chuckle, think, and then despair, in that order. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm you, you're me and the world is us. pleased to meet you me world. View my complete profile. Always have a notebook. David Bowie and the Importance of Failure. Http:/ www.diggersanddreamers.org.uk/. Http:/ naturalbuild.wordpress.com/. Http:/ www.secretideas.co.uk. Http:/ www.kerismith.com/funstuff/100ideas.htm. Creative words of wisdom. Creativi...
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northern faerie tales: shiva nataraj
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Thursday, 26 August 2010. The goddess whose cosmic dance sustains the universe). She holds the elements in her fingertips. There live creatures of the deep. In the moon's glow of her stomach. She sees eyes in trees and green. Reflected in the night sky. As pastel light-beings of energy . She feels the saline ocean at her core. The mountains above are her lungs. Her limbs are no more. She is tangled beautifully in branches. As hips swing in the breeze. Her essence in nature is freed. If we had never left.
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northern faerie tales: dimethyltryptamine
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Monday, 13 September 2010. Psychic raptures of half-closed holographic patterns. Speak a silent theory of silver energy. Swirling light-beings touch and twirl, playfully unfurl. The soft-shaded mysteries of the universe. An empty inner sky glitters before closed eyes, through. The window of my dream-state drift living sparks. A smile of such peace creeps in and captures my face,. And it is my face but all the others besides. It's the face of la que sabe (the one who knows), the divine mother,. Http:/ www...
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northern faerie tales: if we had never left
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Tuesday, 24 August 2010. If we had never left. If we had but never left this room. How much would not exist to us. If we had scarcely space or time. Such beauty mean to us? What love could we feel but. For one and another? What skies but stark white,. Sunrise of yellow light? Without earth to feel between toes. We would have only the wiles of tiles,. Extracted and manufactured,. In our minds like the birds and the bees. There nails on cotton sheets. Reverberate in silent souls. If we had never left.
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northern faerie tales: off with her head!
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Wednesday, 4 August 2010. Off with her head! How many women have wished. Worse tortures upon their sisters? Many more men besides,. From aescetic aeldred to henry 8th,. Elfin beauty punshed by death. Severing, he strung the holy head. Of halifax to the yew tree. fastened. By it's own shining tresses, he fashioned. A warning to mother shipton's. the. Witch-hunt, or should i say woman-hunt? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). If we had never left. Off with her head! A tragedy this morning. Creativity requi...
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northern faerie tales: talamh
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Thursday, 4 November 2010. Dustbins of rice, wheat. And rows of vegetables. Patiently waiting to be eaten. Two soggy dogs;. One frantic, one arthritic,. And two wild wee children. Little jack liked to hit. Me on the head with his lego lid,. And roisin requested story after story,. Until my narrative powers were exhausted. There was one smiling, sweet-singing. Expert wood-chopper, one hippy-fawn. Housefather, with tail-like locks of knots. Creeping down to the floor. One liverpudlian lovely, ex-dancing.
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northern faerie tales: September 2010
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Monday, 13 September 2010. Psychic raptures of half-closed holographic patterns. Speak a silent theory of silver energy. Swirling light-beings touch and twirl, playfully unfurl. The soft-shaded mysteries of the universe. An empty inner sky glitters before closed eyes, through. The window of my dream-state drift living sparks. A smile of such peace creeps in and captures my face,. And it is my face but all the others besides. It's the face of la que sabe (the one who knows), the divine mother,. Their inha...
