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unfinished

Nature is not a forgiving force
but she gives us time before she collects her due.
though we can’t leave things unresolved like the way I left things with you.

Some days when storm clouds gather
And a Spirited Wind whispers in my ear
I stand a face the things to come with measured fear.

Tonight as I lay my head upon my pillow
in the half light and shadows of a darkened room.
I let the dust of the day slip away and whisper a prayer that dreams come soon.

-dani shaw

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words

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

ralph waldo emerson

I found an old friend

When I gave the forgiveness I said I’d never give
I found an old friend.
All the locks and chains fell away.
And my heart began to breathe again.

Once, when we were still children we said forever.
Then life happened and we fell apart.
Who knew darlin’ that one day what was lost could be found.
The world sings, bells ring and every beautiful thing laughs out loud.

When I gave the forgiveness I said I’d never give
I found an old friend.
All the locks and chains fell away
And my heart began to breathe again.

Now when I look at your faded blue eyes
All I want is to reach past your body, reach right to your soul.
I want to find a way to kiss you in that old rocking chair
And write a new story there.

When I gave the forgiveness I said I’d never give
I found an old friend.
All the locks and chains fell away
And my heart began to breathe again.

Emerson’s World-Soul

A little Emerson….

The World-Soul
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanks to the morning light,
Thanks to the seething sea,
To the uplands of New Hampshire,
To the green-haired forest free;
Thanks to each man of courage,
To the maids of holy mind,
To the boy with his games undaunted,
Who never looks behind.
Cities of proud hotels,
Houses of rich and great,
Vice nestles in your chambers,
Beneath your roofs of slate.
It cannot conquer folly,
Time-and-space-conquering steam,—
And the light-outspeeding telegraph
Bears nothing on its beam.
The politics are base,
The letters do not cheer,
And ’tis far in the deeps of history—
The voice that speaketh clear.
Trade and the streets ensnare us,
Our bodies are weak and worn,
We plot and corrupt each other,
And we despoil the unborn.

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inevitable lightness of being

So, I haven’t been blogging in sometime… having given up livejournal for my own obvious reasons. I put up some information on myspace but with it’s less than favorable reputation with those in my work community, I think I’ll keep to the music and away from the blog there.

However, I have been writing more lately. I’ve spent a good deal of time journaling, mostly poetry. And, I am feeling more than inspired to finish the short story project that I put away so long ago.

There is something to be said for the inevitable lightness that comes when you are relieved of relationship burdens.

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