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Writing with Light: July 2015

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Saturday, July 25, 2015. Some Thoughts on Being Let Go. Dreaming escape from all the days without a soul," I wrote, returned from soulful weeks in England to my writing room with Saint Bernard (whose lessons on ascent I had forgotten), Saint Cecilia with her wooden mandolin, and San Pasquale in his kitchen with bread oven and big-bellied smile. And finally tired of my plaint, they released me. Instead of careful order now, finches every which way. No longer useable, but charming in its garden repose.

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Writing with Light: December 2014

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Wednesday, December 31, 2014. The ruins of the year are beautiful, like these in Mallorca, and I treasure what I have been and seen. Image: Christie B. Cochrell, Mallorca 2013. Saturday, December 27, 2014. Ten Favorite Things of the Year. Meeting my three good high school friends again, in Santa Fe. Making the acquaintance of smoked sage margaritas and Kakawa spicy hot chocolate. Walking the labyrinth at Ghost Ranch. All of John O’Conor’s late Mozart piano concertos. My purple kilim pillows from Turkey.

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Writing with Light: September 2014

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Sunday, September 28, 2014. My words are fleeing me again, the dry leaves blowing from the trees. I’ll steal or borrow, hoard the way the squirrels are, tucking away phrases and images—those windfall words—for all the rainy days ahead. To the manor born. The cure of souls. Like buttons in a buttonbox, a little stash of words to match eventually to a garment. To wear out to a café with a steamed window and luring lights. Monday, September 22, 2014. Fall, Falling, Fallen. A fall from grace—. The fall of Ic...

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Writing with Light: May 2015

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Thursday, May 28, 2015. Notes on the Need for Beauty. I am feeling fragile at the moment, drawn and quartered by impossible demands, and find myself in need of beauty. I am inspired by this book. Which I would love to tuck myself under the shabby chic coverlet to read, to draw up my own notes on that compelling, urgent need, as real as thirst or vitamin-deficiency. 8220; . . . you can. Drip with despair all afternoon and still,. On a green branch, its wings just lightly touched. Thought for the Day.

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Writing with Light: Places I Would Rather Be

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Thursday, July 23, 2015. Places I Would Rather Be. In one of those lounge chairs, reading Proust or Jean Giono. Image: Une France lumineuse et artistique. Labels: Places I Would Rather Be. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient. View my complete profile. Quote of the Month. You say grace before meals. 8212;G.K. Chesterton. Some Thoughts on Being Let Go. I Am One Who.

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Writing with Light: April 2015

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Thursday, April 30, 2015. I am being rained upon by olive blossoms— something I didn’t know existed, until last summer when I set up my lovely patio seating under the olive trees (with kilims, rugs, and spotted cat). My bread is rising for its baking tomorrow—lemon zest and rosemary, the classic recipe. And so my hands are fragrant with both, from zesting and chopping, and our dreams will rise yeasted with the linen-covered bread bowl on the bedroom floor (the temperature less problematic there). The new...

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Writing with Light: March 2015

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Monday, March 30, 2015. Spring is like a perhaps hand. Spring is like a perhaps hand. A window,into which people look(while. Arranging and changing placing. Carefully there a strange. Thing and a known thing here) and. Spring is like a perhaps. Hand in a window. And fro moving New and. Fraction of flower here placing. An inch of air there)and. Images: Christie B. Cochrell, Getty pot and Montreal window, collage. Saturday, March 28, 2015. The Name of the Flower. I am passing through the needle of spring.

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Don't ever change yourself to impress someone, cause they should be impressed that you don't change to please others — When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is, always remember that the teacher is always quiet during a test — Unknown. I’d Like to take this moment to thank my following fans for giving me these wonderful awards and acknowledgements. It is much appreciated! All the best to you all:. Http:/ theilongga.wordpress.com/2011/12/23/versatile-blogger-award/. Http:/ thecurvy...

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