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Abigail

"But times do change, and move continually...." - Edmund Spencer in the Faerie Queen

About Me

"I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace." - Diane Ackerman

I'm just happy to be here.
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My Interests


Horses, hiking, creative writing, reading, health care, medicine, meditation, travel, exploring new places, cooking multi-course meals, dreaming, getting enough sleep, swimming in the ocean, sunning on the beach, exercising body and mind, science, math, word games, music, dance, the black sands of Ho'okena, naturally formed lava saunas amidst guava and o'hia trees, pub crawling in the City, Guinness, absinthe, the intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine, walking in the rain, dinner parties, holding hands, raw food restaurants.

I'd like to meet:

Interesting, kind-hearted, open-minded people. My ears are often piqued for a good story, and my spirit can always use a good laugh, so anyone who can fulfill those would probably be welcome. Quick-witted brainiacs are a plus. Hepcats are fun, too. As for the pompous and pretentious, they would be better off meeting someone else.

Music:

Motel Creeps

Movies:

I'll watch anything from the classics to art-house. Chabrol to Herzog. Documentaries, indie flicks, re-runs at the New Beverly, campy thrillers, complex love stories, period pieces...anything but horror.

Books:

Currently reading technical writings (yawns versus yarns, much to my dismay). Some writers that I can't get enough of: Millay, Rilke, Yeats, Joyce, Parker, Cummings, Garcia Marquez, Hesse, Krakauer. Periodicals: the New Yorker, Harper's, JAMA, BMJ, the Townsend Letter, Scientific America Mind, Seed, Parabola. Bloggers: the inimitable Eric E. Butler .

My Blog

The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,   And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think about it,   But it is good t...
Posted by Abigail on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 01:04:00 PST

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I miss you.Tyler and Rima just calledas they were hoofing it in L.E.S.with a handful of friendsfrom my side of the States."Where's the Earth Room?"they asked."Wooster and Prince.""Wooster?""Wooster. W...
Posted by Abigail on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 10:15:00 PST

Sunday Game Day II

I am rooting for a Boston win this Sunday. Truly. Take the series, please...ensure a game-free Tuesday.
Posted by Abigail on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 08:35:00 PST

Sand Scratchings at Ebb Tide

The moon sets at sunrise as the tides sweep these lines into the open sea; they shall dance upon the wind-waves, skip across the foam, and slink beneath the currents, to meet a destiny unknown.For the...
Posted by Abigail on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 10:08:00 PST

Starving Artist

by Eric E. Butlerthe human racemirrors all animalsfound on those grand,African plainsin search of famein place of watera good many will be consumed by wealthand its twin desireas is with proper timing...
Posted by Abigail on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 09:43:00 PST

The Tavern

In the tavern of my heartMany a one has sat before,Drunk red wine and sung a stave,And, departing, come no more.When the night was cold without,And the ravens croaked of storm,They have sat them at my...
Posted by Abigail on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 08:27:00 PST

Evening Solace

The human heart has hidden treasures,In secret kept, in silence sealed;--The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,Whose charms were broken if revealed.And days may pass in gay confusion,And ...
Posted by Abigail on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:17:00 PST

I had been hungry all the years....

I had been hungry all the years;My noon had come, to dine;I, trembling, drew the table near,And touched the curious wine.'Twas this on table I had seen,When turning, hungry, lone,I looked in windows, ...
Posted by Abigail on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:46:00 PST

A Poet

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music...and then pe...
Posted by Abigail on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:18:00 PST

Soul Donor

by Eric E. Butlerwhat's leftwhen it's all over?a few childrenhaving more and more children with borrowed namesand silly titles,perplexed as muchas we were about the unforgiving future.a pile of trinke...
Posted by Abigail on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 03:22:00 PST