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are you ONE out there? | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. Are you ONE out there? September 29, 2014. We’re all here to connect, to find purpose of experience (good and bad), and place of self (also good and bad). We write, we read, we edit, we write some more, we visit blogs and comment hoping to draw more readers to our own blogs but really we just want to connect. Does it matter if I have 2 followers or 20,000? So are you ONE out there? As posted on Cheri Lucas Rowlands’ blog,. Writing Through the Fog. Share on Facebook (Opens in...
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journal | emily benedict gascoyne 2014 | ruminations and realities
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. September 25, 2014. I’ll fail with effort before succumbing to apathy. anonymous. Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). January 5, 2016. Donning decorous stone-walled castles, silent and loyal, secrets gather in its grained façade;. Click to share on...
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yellow bird | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. September 19, 2014. You, larger than life to this your only daughter, filled with hidden romantic passions and a creatively talented mind like no other I’ve met, it’s all gone to ash in a marble urn 2 feet under the ground in upstate New York where your family who died before you rest, and where I too will go when I am where you are now. Where is that daddy? Where did you go? Are you still somehow here and I just can’t sense it because I’m too walled and welled up inside?
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where | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. Where do I write? Fortunate today with several consistent spaces, I’m less inclined to indulge impulsive jargon-jotting. Trusty iPhone voice memos temper former impulse to scrawl illegibly on unreliable surfaces. Youth’s impatient impulse now relies on laptop and legal pad; their portability suit my life style perfectly, whether home in Pennsylvania, traveling to distant family or retreating to my favorite getaway, Maine. Click to email (Opens in new window). You are comment...
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why | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. Why do I write? The most impacting people in our lives rarely realize their significance. Especially when their impact lasts long after they’re gone. One of the strongest influences on my life are my ancestors, particularly my grandmother. Interesting to note she says the same thing about her grandmother, a woman born in 1845. Le Grand maintained regular journal entries, describing various employment and homesteads. He details his Civil War service, providing rich histor...
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what | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. What do I write about? The long search for and discovery of truth. The one we know when we are young yet don’t know we know it. The one we avoid as we age, yet search our lifetimes to claim. But what happens if a rift sets us on a preternatural course? What occurs when a single event or multiple ones, large or small, shift the paradigm and alter our development to fragmented results? Where is the true self then? Paradoxically, the answer lies in the quagmire of truth itself.
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who | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. Who do I write about? The people and places in my life, and the relationships and lifetimes they comprise. Mothers and fathers, children and siblings, courters and lovers, friends and foes. There is a time and place for all revelation and mine is about to come; I’m compiling and writing and editing (well… I’m trying to self edit that is! I titled it “Frances”, the paper retitled it “Tortured by the past, she brought out the good.”. There they would cavort on the canons in Fo...
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you | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. September 28, 2014. I happened upon a still meadow where i saw the memory of our naked bodies making love under the soft white clouds in the bluest of blue skies,. I felt the breeze upon my shoulders and remembered the elegant gentleness of your touch,. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on my eyelids and there you were fluttering kisses from your whiskered mouth onto my lips. I only know of the serenity i feel when i remember you this way, this way that i never...
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jung | emily benedict gascoyne 2014
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Emily benedict gascoyne 2014. January 3, 2015. I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become. Carl Jung. Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Are you ONE out there? The wedding desk →. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
