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Friday, December 06, 2002

  sand swept shores seamlessly summoned sounding sensationalized. Sorta sad sound. Organ + organic sounds don't mix. Sorry "knowledge network"

posted by wendy at 1:00 a.m.

  I need to blog but I know not what to say. There have been so many wonderfully shared events since last I blogged…but it isn’t that which I wish to convey…what is it?

These days of grey are enveloped by Night’s cape. Her ominous blackness shields out Morning and protects her far more completely than is comfortable. Then Night creeps back so quickly and disjoins Afternoon confusing folk and fowl. She has started to twist at my brain.

Juxtaposed with this apparition are the lights and spirits of Christmas. This evening the painted manger scene (that Xdr was invited to wield his paint-filled bush) shone through the window. The school was magically transformed into a finer, richer architecture. Full of life and joy. Full of light.

This isn’t a sad feeling…it is just cavernous. There is a feeling and desire to stay in, covered, protected, and alone. I listen to the wind as it brushes through the naked tree limbs. No nip or aroma of snow. Although absent of any scent of warmth or life.

What is this time? What is this season? The beauty of the mountains is hidden in a blanket of grey. All dimension and perspective is off. Where is it in time? Where is the season?

posted by wendy at 12:48 a.m.


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