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Margot

Somethings changing, could it be me?

About Me

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I used to be Sam Ledger, the freak, the girl that you could always rely on to cause a sense (drama queen). Yet time creates changes, become something deeper and more meaningful. The ideals that we once believed in become superficial and obscured.
Looking back I am not ashamed of who I was, I can look back and know that the places I found myself in where created by circumstance. Those circumstanced have passed and so too has the wild child.
Now I am peaceful, regarding life through a lens unclouded by various substances, misunderstandings and discomfort with oneself are no longer consistent forms of manifested expression. Instead I contemplate the future and the growth of myself, learning to live and love with honesty and respect for myself and others.
As tawdry as it may appear I am now a writer, soon to be published no less, although modesty steps in here to point out that said publication is small. But a publication no less. I am a photographer, meaning that my images actually sell, again modesty points out each sale is a small amount rather then a large sum. I am a painter, and I love to sculpt, although that talent required further nurturing to be considered anything other than a hobby.
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My Interests

Interests are interesting...how the little things amuse and become something meaningful and beautiful in my hand. Writing has become my passion, consuming a full of heart. Then it changes and become a photograph an image that holds truth for the viewer, for the photographer. Poetry is always the raw, bare bones of my meaning...I wonder often if there can be change and then i know that change is the growth of the soul. That is what interests me.

I'd like to meet:

There are those of you in this electronic abyss that I would endeavor to reconnect with, there are those of you who I would wish to never hear from again. It is up to you to question which category you believe you belong to. While I maybe grown, changed to a degree I am still of the principle that truth is everything. I do forgive but I cannot comprehend the mindset to forget. Trusts have been broken and there are not fences easily repaired, that is something no one should forget

Music:

Mmm. too many by far to list. Shall I simply state that I still listen to the old tracks that moved me but I have made space in my life for new sounds that inspire me. Yes, that will do.

Television:

Watching too much television will make your eyes go square, well that what I heard. Based on that and the fact the television has a grand effect on rotting the brain I tend to steer clear. For fear of loosing what little sense I have left.

Heroes:

It would be easy to name those that deserve naming, great figures that are heroes (or should be) to us all. But I will refrain from mundane actions. In truth I have one true hero, they know who they are and they are held in high regard without question. Love does curious things to waek creatures, therefore I must be weak for love moves me to declare myself smitten, engrossed, consumed. Yes you are my hero, you know who you are and my love for you will never faulter.

My Blog

My Bumblebee

My bumblebee she bleeds,her heavy honey bloodStreaming from her wounds,a sticky honey floodHer body lays in meadow grass,damp with morning dewIn the distance, a singing larkwelcoming the day anewTepid...
Posted by Margot on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 04:00:00 PST

Spider? Spider? (Photo's)

So in my momentary bordom I took soe shots of the spider webs in my garden...really I must find myself a life.     ...
Posted by Margot on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 04:12:00 PST

A question of directions

Life being to short I think that perhaps it would be better to move on from the far off darker days that linger as unhappy memories. Contained in a small box is the strange desire to return but m...
Posted by Margot on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 08:01:00 PST

The Island and other poems

The Island   A sea of the deepest greens Where the horizon blends With darkest blue Pinpricks allow light Hollow and lonely To shine out Through differing degrees Of brightness Speak no words Al...
Posted by Margot on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 03:09:00 PST