Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system. And while this may not seem big, it can be. It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes. You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

                           What's Your Hidden Talent?

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quick update -

the wellbutrin/celexa combination is working well.  lethargy, lack of motivation, etc, etc, are falling away.  i really like this feeling.

i'm leaving in the morning for four days with the twin grandchildren (and their parents).  i may post pics for a couple of days when i return.  willow and gunnar haven't shown their faces around here in a long long time.

now 18 months, willow figured out how to turn the key in the lock in the front door last week, opened it and let her brother out too, to join her in climbing 12 big steps to the sidewalk and then romping around the driveway.   last time they just watched me, another fleshly lump on their floor.  sounds like it will be different this time.

there's something quite unexpected and lovely happening on the romance front (not bird, although he is still a daily presence in my life and i don't see that changing, nor does he, still it was his choice, insistance, that our relationship not be romantic ....).   maybe i'll tell you a little when i return.....  it's really on the order of a miracle, or something almost unimaginably tender dropping out of the sky onto one's shoulder and whispering, "hello, i'm here...."

love you all

pearlbamboo   

Bush sr. and a question...
(aka the less than stellar press corps strikes again?...)

how many people outside the beltway know what was common knowledge at the time - that the senior bush while pres, spent nights at a woman's house in the adams morgan neighborhood in DC - residents had trouble parking because the presidential limo and accompanying security vehicles took over the block. 

i kept waiting during the lewinsky business for someone with some guts to break the news but it never happened...  wonder why?

i am reminded of this by dingus6's blog entry.

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The Slow Time Machine*

Riding
The slow time machine
Into tomorrow,
Out of now, 
I enter
My open heart
And somehow
Cannot find
The missing pieces
In the places
Where 
I took you out
And left you
On the ground 
At the time machine's
Last station;
Waving,
Without a cry,  
Without a sound.

You will find
Different tomorrows
From me,
Other laughter,
Other sorrows
Than mine.
You are gone
Into another time,
And will live 
In my dimension
In the outlines
Of the places
You are not,
Will never be. 

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pearlbamboo

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*thanks to bird for the image of The Great Slow Time Machine.

REST

Lay down stones,
Off your back,
Out of the pockets
Of your coat,
That cracked flat one
You balance
On your head,
You are tired.
Lay them all down,
Here,
By me.
Rest.
I'll add
The ones
I carry,
Make a hearth, 
Start a fire, 
Brew some tea. 

It was home here
It falls in upon itself
When you are gone.
The remaining fire 
Burns me
Down
To
Bone

pearlbamboo

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Story Hour

Tell me,
One more time,
Of the world
We made,
Its words
And signs, 
The tinsel decorations, 
Strung
Falling
From your eyes
To mine,
Our songs,
Then bind me 
Once again
Inside its limitations
So I won't forget
And try to breathe
Where there's no air.

pearlbamboo

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3 am

Three hours
Before sunbreak's
A hard time.
Starbreaks
Tearing harder clouds, 
Night's spilled ink 
Blurs contracts
With totems 
Clouds arrangements
With gods.
All shatters
With
The wrong desire.
I'll try 
To put it
Back together
Before dawn
Breaks
Through rents
In softer clouds 
Throwing morning
Over night's remains
So I can dance

pearlbamboo

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another draft.....

Love Directions

Sometimes
You have to love
Exactly
Where
The dirt is,
Kiss
The swollen spider bite, 
Hug
Almost forever 
Stones
Big as your bed,
Quiet at  night 
Walk on the scar's
Drifting balance beam,
Before old curtains
Tired of hanging  
Fall,
Pulling down ghosts, 
Showing
Truth
And dare
And pure sky
Writing
Love
In it.      

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pearlbamboo

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