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I've been blogging for almost four years - longer, if you count my old xanga blog. But it's only been the last four years where I have really come into my own, come out to myself, and to the world at large about who I am. When I was a high school student, withdrawn and ashamed, I would never have believed that I could take the stage, that I could speak or sing words that people would listen to,

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This is my year. I claim it, I revel in it, and I will embrace all the change, chaos, love, joy and creativity it brings. Peace, love, blessings.

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From the aforementioned DJ...this note arrived in my inbox the morning after I sent the email. I am just late in relaying the message.... Anna...I have been waiting for this email since 846am...ever since it came out of my mouth. You indeed did nail it...a little slip up...and for that I am truely sorry...I will keep myself in check in future. I know words are cutting and haunting....and I

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Hi xxx (when I sent the letter, I used her real name...) I was listening to your morning show on my drive to work. I don't always tune in to your show, but the music and the lighthearted banter usually starts my day on a positive note. Today was a little different. During your "relationship advice" segment, you were discussing how to keep romance alive in a long-term relationship, and you

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I've been thinking a lot about poverty lately. Specifically about food security issues in North America. With countries as vast and wealthy as the United States and Canada, how can it be that men, women and children still go hungry? But they do. My first spark of outrage came from the following quote by  US presidential hopeful Rick Santorum, as he proposed to drastically reduce funding for the

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It was a day like any other. It couldn't have been. I was twenty-four, and had an eight day old baby. I was staying with my mom and dad, sleeping in their rec room, with the bassinet close by my bed. I was probably nursing in front of the television during the six o'clock news. Fourteen women were murdered, and ten women were injured  that day at Ecole Polytechnique in Montreal. They were

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It's been so long since I've come to this space. It's not a lack of writing or inspiration that keeps me away. In fact, it's the opposite. I have several notebooks filled - with my hand-scripted morning pages, story ideas, narratives and even song lyrics. It's the need for pen and paper that keeps me away, coupled with a very busy summer season. I began my blogging life with so many questions,

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“Are you done yet?”  “Hold on a sec. Just getting a smudge off.”  He gently wipes the corner of my eye with a tissue.  I am lying on my back across my bed, with my head hanging down. I have a perfect, reversed view of the kitchen across the hall. My long hair touches the floor. Ryan is kneeling over my head with an opened tube of brown/black mascara in his hand. He is waving the blackened brush

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that you can move forward... Well,  most of the time I can get by, because I forget, for a while that anything happened. On the surface. But I hug my kids a little closer. I called my oldest, who was watching my little one last Saturday. I was driving home from Toronto and I could see ominous storm clouds in the distance, moving into our area. I wanted to know that they were safe, at home. She

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We've been fairly fortunate as a family. A few of us have been lost along the way but for the most part we are hearty, healthy and complete. Or we were, until last Friday. My aunt - my mom's sister, who was married to my dad's brother - was killed in a car accident last Friday night. She was my other mom - so often, when we were growing up, our families were together, and we were just one big

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It was a Saturday morning - too early for me, and I'd only driven an hour to get there. It was altogether too early for Ivan Coyote, who had arrived from Vancouver the night before, and had gotten very little sleep. There were about a dozen of us who had gathered to attend a memoir-writing workshop, facilitated by one of my favourite writers. A few locals, a few fans, and a few attendees of the

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There's a lot going on. It's all good, but at the moment it's not allowing me much time at the computer. I'm writing....daily...but write most of my work in longhand, in my notebook, with mental notes to transfer my work to the computer. This is how I write, but it takes time to transition from cursive to times new roman. It probably seemed like I dropped of the radar when I met someone. I

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Canadian politics generally don't garner a lot of attention at a more international level. Unlike our neighbours to the south, our elections appear, on the surface, to only cause a minor ripple on the political landscape. This time, I feel it's different. Our Prime Minister, Stephen Harper, has characterized this election as unnecessary. I beg to differ. For the uninformed (judging from my stats

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A trip down memory lane...if you were are familiar with small towns you might recognize some of these themes....<!--[if gte mso 9]> 800x600 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-CA X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if

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Every small town had one.  In the days when people didn't leave town as often as they do now, there had to be a place for the locals to hang out, for the older folk to bring their families for Sunday dinner after church. My small town was no exception. You’ve seen one like it, I’m quite sure. Maybe you got lost one day, and end up in my hometown, driving down the main street with cars parallel

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People change. It's true. Attitudes and opinions can evolve over time. And, it is also true that the more one thinks and talks about a particular topic, the more thoughtful and articulate they become. I'm learning, only now, in my forties, to state my position carefully, and to respond and listen with thoughtfulness. Most of the time. When I get pissed off, my remarks tend to be more "off the

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Things aren't any crazier than normal around here. But things have shifted, mostly in positive directions since the last time I posted - round about a month ago, give or take a couple of weeks. I have been writing - every day in my morning pages notebook. Sometimes in the evening when I have the time or energy. And it's starting to feel like maybe, I just might, perhaps, move in a more creative

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February 2 is generally celebrated as Groundhog Day in North America, a day when amateur weather enthusiasts (or those of us who are just tired of winter) truly believe in the fantastic - that the presence or absence of a shadow denotes the length of winter. February 2 was a snow day here, a rather anticlimactic snow day, to be sure. I could have made it to work, but it was closed for the day. I

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It's ironic, I think, to excuse oneself from blogging because of all the writing that's being done elsewhere...but that's exactly what's happened in my life. I've been following The Artists Way by Julia Cameron, and doing it right this time. In reality it means that I'm getting up earlier to write morning pages, and allowing creativity to flow in whatever direction is open. The best thing about

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"As each idea comes to us, we must in good faith clear away our inner barriers to acting on it and then, on an outer level, take the concrete steps necessary to trigger our synchronous good."  -Julia Cameron, The Artists Way. (written with adorable cat resting tired head on keyboard and purring loudly. Life is good.)

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Read my latest post at Our Big Gayborhood....

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My latest post. You can read it here.

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I was in my hometown yesterday, celebrating a family birthday at my parents' house.  I go home for occasions like that - family celebrations, the occasional visit with friends, the odd event that draws me home. Sometimes I visit in the summer to breathe in the natural beauty, to walk the pathways, to wake something in myself that lies dormant when I am away. But I seldom see anyone I knew from

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...inspired by this post.... Desire is the singer/songwriter on stage. The words and music emanating from her, the soul that shines through her music. Her presence and influence in my life. The friendship and closeness that I imagine, and sometimes achieve. A knowing glance, a shared understanding. Perhaps a shared stage - if I desire it. Desire is my girlfriend. Her hands on my body. My

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I did it. Blessings to all of you.

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I posted my story last year. Here's a link if you would like a refresher, or if you haven't read it yet. Ironically, my youngest and I were talking about coming out this evening, while she bathed and I washed her hair. I am out to everyone, except for most of the people I work with. Small center, small staff of seven people, and I'm just not sure that my supervisor would get it - I think that my

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Americans celebrate at the end of November, but in our cold, northern climate, our harvest celebration has to be held a wee bit early. So this is the weekend...I've been cooking up a storm, and I'm not even hosting a dinner. There's something about this time of year that draws me into the kitchen...the sights and smells of my local market, the thought of all that lovely food simmering on the

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Many of you already know that I was bullied as a child and a teen. Some of you witnessed it. Some of you experienced bullying alongside me. Those of you who have only met me in this space may have read my stories, or other blog posts about my experiences as a child. The thing is, I am not finished writing about them. I may never be finished...those memories still permeate almost every story I

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This is not an esoteric question. Here I am, sitting in front of the computer on a Friday night. It's late, I'm exhausted, my throat hurts and I really should be in bed. My girl is in Toronto.My child is upstairs asleep, at last. The dog is sleeping somewhere in the house, because the crazy cat has given up on chasing him around, for the moment. I had a reiki session today. I was reminded at

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of Ivan Coyote. Watch...and listen Yesterday I found out that she will be performing in my teeny-tiny hometown in November. Guess who will be there!

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The end is in sight. The end of summer. The end of day trips and music festivals, healthy brown skin, kids playing on the grass in front of my unit, crickets everywhere, sleeping with the window open. It's been a wild and crazy summer, one of the best I've had since I was a kid. You might have noticed - I took a brief, unplanned hiatus from writing of any kind. No blogging, no journals, no

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I'm off to Michfest. Some of you might remember my trip to Michfest last year. This time it's different. I'm bringing The Girl. And my six year old. The summer is flying by. I've been so busy. I've also been struggling with a serious case of writer's block. Hopefully I can break out of it soon and be back to regular blogging.

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What was I so afraid of? My 45th birthday has come and gone. Okay, well it's not quite gone because the mystery weekend starts Friday. But my actual, official birthday is over. I decided a few weeks ago that if I had a family birthday party, that the girl would be there with me - if she wanted to be there. My superficial reasoning was that if I couldn't invite my girlfriend to the party, then I

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You can read it here. I have a lot to write about but less time than I would like. Between work, witchcamp, tantruming children and having a girl to spend time with, I am not here as much as I should be. But I will be back! I have photos of Toronto Pride to post! It was awesome! See you soon!

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Seriously folks... I'm being tortured.... I love surprises. The Girl knows that I love surprises. She's planned something for my birthday. But she won't tell me what it is... I have the following information at my disposal: - I will be away from home for at least one and possibly two nights, so I need to pack a bag. -I need to pack something nice to wear (being the emerging femme that I am, I

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The Indigo Girls, Amy Ray and Emily Saliers, co-founded Honor the Earth with Winona LaDuke. For the past few days, the Indigo Girls have been in Montana touring and promoting the amazing work that Honor the Earth is doing in aboriginal communities. Amy's been keeping a diary. You can read it here. She is a powerful writer with a poignant message. This is the sentence that grabbed me: We owe it

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I started blogging two years ago this week. It's been a hell of a ride. Thank you all for sharing it with me. This is not my swan song, nor is it a retrospective. If you've been following me for any length of time, you know that if one thing happens in my life, that several things will follow in short order. It's been a calm and peaceful few months, and I've been grateful for that. But things

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I took The Girl for a drive on Saturday, to my hometown. I was dropping Emily at her grandparents' for a sleepover, and it was lovely to have her company. I've written a lot about my experiences as a kid. Before we moved to the town my parents now live in, I had a most awesome childhood. Three brothers, a bike, the run of my suburban neighbourhood, and the freedom of childhood. It all changed

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check it out!

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-walking the dogs -writing something substantial -cleaning the house -thinking about serious, important issues (actually, I am...oil slicks and floods, and a Canadian government that refuses to provide funding for abortion even though it has touted maternal/child health as being oh-so-important) -taking that darn bone away from the dog because his chewing drives me crazy. He farts, too...anyone

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I did, many months ago that my blogger pals would be the first to know... well, I had a date. It went very well. We've been talking a lot. We're seeing each other again tomorrow. Life is really, amazingly good right now. Have I mentioned that lately? I'm sorry I haven't posted much, I've been  distracted. I will get back to regular blogging soon. Because I have a lot to say. Life is

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I'm going out on a date tomorrow!

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This week has gone by too quickly  - for both good and bad reasons. A dear friend lost her 21 year old son. It was unexpected and as yet unexplained. My heart aches for her. I've been chatting with a woman that I like. I haven't met her yet. I formed an excellent connection at the Fen (have you read about The Fen yet?). I'm enjoying that connection as well. Who knows where it will go?

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 I found this in my inbox this morning.....  Dear Camlin,  Lesbian photographer Alix Smith is among 1143 artists being considered for a whopping $250,000 grant from Pepsi. For the last two years, Smith has been working on an award winning photography project/social action campaign that addresses inequality in civil rights – specifically, in the rights afforded to gay and lesbian individuals. 

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From Merriam-Webster's online dictionary: Constant: Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin constant-, constans, from present participle of constare to stand firm, be consistent, from com- + stare to stand — more at standDate: 14th century1 : marked by firm steadfast resolution or faithfulness : exhibiting constancy of mind or attachment Constance is well named. Most

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My new essay is up at Our Big Gayborhood.

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I used to drink my coffee and write at a coffee shop about six blocks away from my house. I won't be going back. Nor will I eat in the attached restaurant, or drink the excellent microbrewed ale that they sell. Here's why. Now, I know that there are differing opinions on the subject. The cafe owner said that she would have ejected any couple for kissing at such length. It's a family restaurant,

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All the time. I write like nobody's business and I can't speak. Picture me, sitting across the table from a singing icon that I much admire (no, Mon, not her), and picture me struggling to say something with any level of coherence. That, folks, is the story of my life. When I am in the midst of my social anxiety, jokes sail right over my head. I miss the humor in certain comments. I say the

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I'm checking in quickly after a busy weekend - a great weekend that involved a long drive, a house concert, meeting old and new friends, and some much-needed solitary writing time. I will share more when I am awake again - because right now, I think I'm typing in my sleep. I hope everyone had as good a weekend as I did!

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Sooo...I'm heading into dating again after 12 years...any advice? Not that there's an actual date on my horizon...well, not really, although I've been talking to a few people. But my questions to all of you are about warning signs. And no, I am not trying to rationalize myself out of becoming involved with someone. Yes, I am aware that it's very easy for me to talk myself out of things, and I

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I accidentally went to my blogger dashboard instead of somewhere else, so I took it as a sign that I should update.... I have a new dog. I think he's going to stay. His arrival into our lives is a long story, which I will tell later, but he is (about) fifty pounds, some kind of shepherd/collie cross, eight months old and un-neutered (so far, but that will change). He is gentle, quiet, bouncy and

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Wait a minute...be like what? Depression is insidious. It winds itself around you almost before you realize what's going on. It wreaks havoc on your own perceptions of yourself, and the world around you. Hope is lost, there is no hope, there is no change, what the hell was the point of all this hard work when I'm still sitting here....I'm sure you understand. I've resisted any kind of chemical

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 (I know, I know, three posts in three days. What the heck is going on??) Aneke got me thinking. I mentioned in a previous post that I have a lot of difficulty accepting compliments about my physical appearance. I've been thinking about this a lot lately - all the while enumerating my flaws and calculating all the ways in which I am simply not good enough. It's an anemia/depression thing. It

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An open letter to my co-worker.... Dear M I feel an apology is in order here. It's been a long week and I realize I am partially responsible. I've seen that familiar wince on your face a few times since I started my new project with the kids, and I know you are being as patient as you can be, Please bear with me, with all of us. You see, I honestly forget that there are people who think of

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Sometimes there is no identity crisis. I'm sometimes short on words. I don't write as much as I should, and get all panicky when faced with a blank page sometimes - how do I fill it with meaningI struggle with my body image. I feel inadequate in a lot of ways - just read the previous post to learn more about that. We all have our days...but at some point today, I remembered that in spite of all

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every time...not that it occurs all that often, but here's some insight into my character and the workings of my fearful brain.... Let's say I meet or chat with someone new. And let's pretend that they have something particularly nice to say about my appearance - they like my smile, they think I'm cute. I can handle and appreciate comments about my strength of character, my writing talent, my

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Valentine's Day. It's not the first Valentine's that I've been alone. It's not even the first consecutive Valentine's that I've been alone. But you know what? It's really okay. I decided a while ago to take a page out of someone else's book (and if I could remember whose book it was I would give them full credit - it was a blogger, and likely a pagan blogger - but alas, I have forgotten) and

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I found this blog about a week ago: http://queercanadablogs.blogspot.com It's a listing which includes queer bloggers from across our vast, diverse country. I was thrilled...so many Canadian blogs to read. And today they e-mailed me to let me know I've been added to their blogroll. Sweet!

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A quickie.... Work is busy, home is busy and I've been spending inordinate amounts of time with my pen and notebook. This is a good thing. I've submitted three short stories for consideration in various places. I have three short stories in second draft, and about three more that I am still editing. Work, work, work and I love it. The job I get paid to do is not so bad, either.  I thought I

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Check it out: http://www.ourbiggayborhood.com/ Lori Hahn of `Hahn at Home` has a new website. It features bloggers that I have been following since I was a neophyte blogger and a just-coming-out midlife lesbian. They are all fantastic writers, who tell compelling stories, and write with passion. And...one of my favourite singers, Tret Fure, is narrating the Starr Ann Chronicles in podcast form

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 from branchesup.blogspot.com Feel free to copy the following to your blog/facebook/website and spread the word. Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again! WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010 WHERE: Your blog Brighid is the goddess of fire and the forge, of healing and poetry. On February 2 we celebrate Imbolc (yeah, and groundhog day, which does have

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I should tell you that my open hands, splayed veins prominent encircling my wrists rising into long fingers, well, I once knew those hands encased as sausages are in rounds of fat. And those hands were idle waiting,it seems for someone to hold them. But this moment, these hands, lean, bony, sinewy, are hands of action. Pen-gripping, pick-wielding the left fingertips calloused with practice and

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Did you know that today, January 14th, is National Delurker day??? So come out of the woodwork! Tell me who you are - I accept anonymous comments, so make up a name if you want to...I'm just curious to see who's reading. And if you read regularly, and you always comment, leave one anyways. I'm always happy to hear from my blogging friends. And, please, send some good thoughts towards Haiti.

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First came the transfer Annabella works on the design A little bit of colour It didn't hurt very much - it was kind of like prolonged stinging.  The finished product. I'm kinda hoping that the sign is true. Another shot. So, what do you think?

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The year begins with resolve - to focus my energy on my passions, to write more and more often. To set creative goals for myself and live them. To set personal goals for myself and live them. To love life, and the people in my life. To welcome new people, ideas and dreams into my existence. I'm in a good place. It's a quiet place, with notebooks strewn all over my room, and pens that run out of

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I'm going to celebrate with family and friends at my brother's annual NYE party. I'll have a lot more to say tomorrow. Until then, have a safe and healthy New Years. Peace, Salaam, Shalom

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I took a video to show a friend of mine what my dog acts like in the snow. Of course, he acts like this all the time. But I thought I'd share anyways. Chester takes all the credit for being cute. I take all responsibility for crappy cinematography.

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I just passed my 200th post and didn't even realize it......so much for marking the occasion! It's the evening of December 25th, and I am sitting in my parents' kitchen - what used to be a tiny divided space is now one huge kitchen/dining area, and I love it. We celebrated here last night with the whole family and it didn't feel crowded, for the first time in a long time. I've just come in from

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Martin Luther King Jr's Christmas Eve speech in 1967 I am inspired, humbled and profoundly grateful for this man's presence on the earth.

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It's the shortest day of the year. And the longest night. Many pagans celebrate the return of the sun at Winter Solstice. I take a slightly different view. Yes, the days are getting longer, but it really won't be noticeable until Imbolc, February 2nd. It's called mid-winter in the old carols for a reason... It hasn't been very many generations since our ancestors lived off the land. Two, for me

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It just popped into my head. The title, I mean. I've been in transition for so long that sometimes I forget that there's a destination I'm trying to reach. I'm feeling much better this week. I'm not completely over whatever I had, but at least my head has stopped pounding.  But it sucks that it,s Yule and I can't sing. My throat and lungs are conspiring to make me miserable. I miss singing in a

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I'm sick. Are you surprised? I work with kids. Dozens of small people every day. It was bound to happen. I'm going to bed now. That is all.

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20 years ago today I held you in my arms for the first time. I loved watching you grow. You enjoy life to the fullest... You can be silly and serious. You grew up surrounded by family who loved you. You are talented - even when you were in Grade three, you knew how to command the stage. There were a few trying years -when you began to learn about yourself, and figure

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In my heart, in my thoughts...sending healing energy across the continent...this is for you Fuck you, cancer!

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She's always been a tiny woman. At 98, she seems even tinier, with her shoulders hunched, and her hands idle in her lap. Those hands raised eight children, and shepherded seven of them across the Atlantic Ocean when the youngest was a baby and the oldest was eight years old. They milked cows and helped with the haying. Those hands could sew the straightest, most beautiful seams - wedding dresses

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I don't know what it is about this November. Something's gone awry. So many of us are going through tremendous changes, reliving old hurts, working our way through pain. Last Wednesday, my friend Chris came to visit. She arrived on a Wednesday when I thought she was coming on Thursday(my mistake of course. I have zero organizational skills), which meant that I had nothing ready for her visit,

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Shane has a heart of gold. And her beloved Destra needs help. Click here. And please help, if you can. Thanks, everyone.

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Anemia and depression. They suck. Both of them. I feel like I can't fight either one of them effectively. They are related, of course. When you can't get enough oxygen into your body, and you're trying to work and keep up with a six-year old, something's gotta give. It's like this thick fog that separates me from the rest of the world. I think I've been mildly depressed for a long time. Maybe

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I did your reading last night in my hotel room in Niagara Falls. No, I am not that boring. Emily was with me. She needed to sleep and I wasn't ready. Megan was...out. Doing things that 20 year olds do in cities with bars and casinos. Lilli, I drew four cards for your reading. You know how scary it is now to think that I might get something wrong - be so far off that people will think I'm a

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Forewarned is forearmed. You can skip this one if you'd like. The good news is that I have a tutoring client coming in a few minutes so my whine time is limited. I wish it was wine time, not whine time, but that's not possible..... Most days I can make it through. And more than that, I can get to the end gracefully, sometimes joyfully, and always with gratitude for the abundance that I have in

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(for those of you still waiting - I'm going to try and get everyone's readings done thins weekend. I'm going away - but I'll take my tarot cards and netbook. Emily goes to sleep early, and what else is a single mom going to do in a Niagara Falls hotel room? If I wasn't taking the kids, well, y'all would have to wait longer....) Amy, this reading blew me away. I start off most readings with three

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Don't ask me why - but I drew four cards for this reading. I just felt like I needed to... 3 of Cups You have an incredibly strong connection to two different women in your life. You have reason to celebrate with them. They both enrich your life in very different ways, and they complement, rather than compete with one another. From your relationships, you will gain a lot of emotional

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First off...Kimber, I haven't finished yours yet. I'll try to do it tonight and post it tomorrow. Remember, these are for entertainment purposes only!! :) If  I'm right, I'll take all the credit. if I'm wrong, see the above clause.. (I don't read from a book...I go by my impressions and instinct, except in a few rare cases when I'm really stuck...and then I check a resource. Only if I have to.

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Arial Ray is no more. I've imported all my old posts into this blog. This was done for technical reasons....I have no idea if all the people who follow my blog will get notification of all the new posts, but rest assured, I did not write 91 posts in 24 hours. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

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Given my previous post regarding Samhain and divination, how would you interpret the following story symbolically? I went to my ritual last night, and one of the many blessings I received came in the form of a piece of polished snowflake obsidian. The priestess of the ritual (we take turns) had provided small drawstring pouches for our stones. When I got home, I realized that I had (quite

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I need to banish the gloominess of my last post. It's like riding a bicycle, no? But even if it's not, I will get there! Anyhow, I was going to call this post "For entertainment purposes only...." Next Saturday we celebrate Samhain (sahwenn), the pagan New Year. Here's what Wikipedia has to say about that: Samhain (pronounced /ˈsɑːwɪn/, /ˈsaʊ.ɪn/, or /ˈsaʊn/ in English;[1] from Irish samhain

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Sometimes it can hit you from unexpected corners, and force you to either surrender or fight back. I don't know the first thing about dating. I know that stuff like dating crossed gender lines, but I never really did... I have a terrible time being open. Argh. Where did my happy place go? (temporary glitch - she'll be back in an hour or two...I just have to convince myself that there's really

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My week ended better than it started. I had an issue with a parent at work, who decided to yell at me while there were kids in the room. I was not impressed. And then I started to second-guess myself, and my career choice, and just about everything else...you know how it goes. But my supervisor rocks! She got to the heart of the problem, and while it's not solved, at least I know that she's in my

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Equality now, instead of when the agenda is clear.....Universal Life Church: Why We Can't Wait.

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 (sigh...) Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine - tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by the sun. Your traveled, generous thighs between which my whole face has come and come-- the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there- the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth -- your touch on

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I've done it. I've fallen in love. The woman I love is a little bit quirky. She's always been beautiful but only just figured it out. She is a little shy, and has trouble taking risks (although, if you were to read her Facebook status this morning, you wouldn't know it). She's a writer, a poet and a closet songwriter. See, even though she's decided to come out as a lesbian, there are still a few

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In June of 2007, I met a woman who changed my life. This is not a coming out story. I'm saving that one for October 11th. This is a story about my lifelong struggle with weight. Chubby kid, chubby young adult, and severely obese after I turned 35. This is not a story about failure, or lack of willpower, or laziness. Lazy people don't get college diplomas while raising strong-willed toddlers on

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is just really good right now. And the things I want are on their way to me already. I can feel it!I was going to write more, but I have to go to bed now. I just wanted to post about my absolute joy, to make up for all the posts I wrote when I was despondent.

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Yesterday I had a really late breakfast and a very long talk with a good friend of mine. She's the kind of friend that kicks my ass when it needs kicking. She asks the tough questions and demands answers...and if we get sidetracked she asks the question again. Everyone needs a person like that in their life, especially when that person is beautiful, witty, and makes kick-ass coffee. And, always

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We call it Mabon. I follow the cycle of the seasons, and in my spiritual practice I honor the changes that are taking place as the season turns. Where we live, it's harvest time, just before our Thanksgiving (second Monday in October) and the season is changing, from summer to autumn. This year the changes seem more subtle, because our summer weather wasn't very hot, but still, at night the air

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This morning I took Emily to the farmer's market before I brought her to her dad's. Our market is something else, a major tourist attraction, and lots of kid stuff to do, like pony rides and jumpy castles. (and my favourite ranting point, who in the hell thought building a Wal-Mart on the same road was a good idea?)We had waffles for breakfast, and just wandered around.I called my ex to let him

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Bullets are the best I can do today...the keyboard on my new laptop is seriously messing me up. I can't type worth shit right now, so everything I do is slow. And I'm really not sure if this machine is any faster than my old one. It has a lot more memory...that's a good thing.My daughter's teacher has a son the same age, who is in my after school program in a different town. Because of this, the

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