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Aimee

About Me

A little about me: I'm kind of wild. Though perhaps not in the dirty sense of the word, though I am kind of dirty all day long. I'm probably the first dread-head who has never smoked pot once in her life, and who's primary occupation is, ring the bell, a potter. I love to laugh--loud and often, I'm expressionate, I love to dance, to create, to engage in conversation with strangers, to swim in dirty lakes with dogs, to drive an old '84 orange landcruiser with a choke, to live in poor countries and love the broken. to cry hard at least 3 times a week, and not just because I'm a girl, but because I feel things deeply. I'm a triathlete, an artist, a writer, a daughter, and a big and little sister out of a family of 6 kids, 4 of them being boys! But most importantly...I am a Brick House (special thanks goes to rae rae for this one.)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Knowing people and being known is what my makes my life full. I like the good, the bad, and the ugly, but especially the good...wink.

My Blog

lunar soil

The whole idea of faith is such a magnificent concept in the face of despair. It feels almost fake until one is trapped between time, grief and loss. That space really is both the worst and most bea...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 22:46:00 GMT

Green, oh my.

I went to the store just the other to buy a bag of peanut M+Ms because the crave was on. In the candy aisle, which was filled from top to bottom with all kinds of Valentines candies, I noticed a very...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 09:55:00 GMT

overalls in namibia

today i put on my old, patched-up overalls and smiled. i used to wear those old friends everyday while on african soil, making pottery and wipping the red clay on their fading denim. everytime i put ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 10:50:00 GMT

mystery

I want to write from my heart.  I want to become alive with the mystery of my own heart.  It's strange how ones heart can be their closest companion as well as their greatest stranger. ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 23:44:00 GMT

dreams

I wonder about my dreams. And not about the dreams I have when I'm sleeping at night. I wonder about the "fond hopes" I carry within my heart. And fond they are. And deep they are. And yet, how futile...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 00:46:00 GMT

strange little aliens

Sometimes I look at my dreadlocks and think how funny they are. There are red ones, purple ones, copper, orange, and brown ones. I feel like I've just stepped unto a set of Sesame Street and I'm one o...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 00:40:00 GMT

leaves and corkboards

I'm sitting on my kitchen floor in the dark at midnight with my back door open feeling the cool breeze of a summer night softly linger across my skin. This is a night of dreams. The night air smells o...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 00:37:00 GMT

Blogs: findingpeter.blogspot.com

Hello, hello!  Some of my blogs are posted here, but there's more on my Blog site:  findingpeter.blogspot.com Enjoy!!!  
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 20:24:00 GMT