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Angenian

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About Me

Renaissance girl: I have been an opera singer, jewelry designer, hot air balloon seamstress, and playwright. I must always have a creative project in the works, be it writing, painting, knitting, etc. Mostly writing these days. I love mountain hikes, trees, growing roses, good storytelling, silk, dark chocolate, funky handknit socks, shoes, freehand beadweaving, glass, old things. Haunted by a book I can't seem to finish writing. Still asking questions that have no answers.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

A mix of the living and the dead: I'd like to have a long, substantive conversation with Peter Murphy, Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, Elaine Aron, William Glasser, Coleman Barks, Viktor Frankl, Ralph Fiennes, John Waterhouse, Julia Margaret Cameron

My Blog

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Our souls are tangled up The web of spirits, have loved, will live, Robed teacher and pale apprentice   You have& You have always&   I have always been looking in, hanging on by little loops...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 11:34:00 GMT

from my son, age 6

Your ears are heaven The chain holds up Neptune so we can see Your shoulders are water on earth
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 14:14:00 GMT

Taking the youngsters to school: Go Away White review

Go Away White is the final Bauhaus album, and although it may not be a masterpiece from top to bottom, it is an excellent full stop from one of history's most under acknowledged bands. And it is furth...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:29:00 GMT

virtual oneness

we know each other a little bit   you share your humor your music your pain   I share too many words   we may never meet   I may never see your face your hands your eyes   but...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:20:00 GMT

litany of gratitude

when the singer is painfully out of tune,give thanks for hearingwhen your meal is unappetizing,give thanks for plentywhen the sky is overcast,give thanks for cooling shadewhen your favorite tree is cu...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 11:24:00 GMT

Rumi, Barks, words and the unexplainable

I got into Rumi's poetry in the early 90's through Mr. Murphy's lyrics, and it fed many hungry parts in me. This month there's an interview with Coleman Barks in Sun Magazine. They also reprinted one ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 14:03:00 GMT

After the crash

you try your best every day but at the end of this day the freezing rain wins in class hours before you sat, listless, scribbling love letters to a ghost whispers to a myth longing sad but familiar an...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 11:33:00 GMT

kids are awesome

Every parent thinks their kids are the greatest/smartest/wittiest little creatures ever, and I'm no exception, so I know this is self-indulgent. But I wanted to share some of the things that have made...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 14:50:00 GMT

What I nearly missed

I did not want to take my morning walk today. Too tired. Still dark. I just wanted to roll over. The guilt about needing the exercize did its job, and I managed to get my shoes on and out the door. St...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:41:00 GMT

between yesterday and tomorrow

My oldest started kindergarten today, and my heart has been laid bare for days.  I can see his infant face even as we talk about gravity and addition and so many new friends. It seems as a p...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 19:37:00 GMT