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You a waterfall fairy. You live near the water to
keep your soul moist. At times you can be vain.
Sometimes you love the social life. Other times
you rather just bath in the waterfalls. Your
human size and you like to lure young men/women
to you.

What Type of Fairy are You
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music

music is a funny thing. just the notes, really just a mathematical progression, can evoke such strong emotion that years later a similar progression evokes the identical emotion, magnified by the lenses of time and a poignant distance. what makes the mixture of both poetry and harmony so evocative? what is it about the brain that reacts to the patterns with such intense emotion?
everyone has that one song that they know will take them back, but really, the most interesting phenomenon is the song that you don't realize has associations for you. until you hear it. it removes you forcibly from your surroundings, whatever task you may be performing and inserts you into a pattern that you thought you had forgotten. a place and time that you once inhabited.
the reflections caused by this phenomenon are both sweet and a little bit sad. i can't go back, i don't want to, yet the memories are good and i do miss the people and places. though it has not left, just evolved, there was a particular type of joy that accompanies the memories that is particularly difficult to react to.

a joy remembered

the sound of the laughter

the curve of the smile

the tilt of the head

back for a while

when did we drift

what path did you take

it led you so far

and made such a break

words from a song

a snatch of a tune

i am right back

with you and the moon

a joy remembered

a song in my heart

my path diverges

but we're never apart

a poem

recall me as an elaborate symphony
lover’s beauty in bare skin dressed
light floods through a goddess
essential to you
raw grace

interior monologue

i love euro trance. i hate math. absolutes are silly. there are always exceptions, except when there aren't. it feels like monday. that is all i think right now.

why love?

why do i love you? sometimes you are mean, but i still choose you. in your pain you hurt me, but i still choose you. i can't express the beauty i find in your passion the joy of the innocence you contain. even in your pain, even buried under fear, i see you there and experience beauty. you hold passion deep within. it spills over into every aspect of you - joy and depression are both lived fully.
yet something more pulls at me, tugs at my very soul "it is him, he's for you" intuituion, recognition, joy ~ you

sailing through the light

So i have been craving some Rumi lately, here is what i found...

the mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe that when you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear, as you yourself do at dawn , sailing through the light.

Rumi always refreshes me... enjoy your sail through the light ~~~

Prayer for Peace

Mother in Wartime

As if it were some noble thing,
She spoke of sons at war,
As if freedom's cause
Were pled anew at some heroic bar,
As if the weapons used today
Killed with great élan,
As if technicolor banners flew
To honor modern man -

Beleiving everything she read
In the daily news,
(No in-between to choose)
She only thought that only
One side won,
Not that both
Might lose.
~ Langston Hughes

Langston hughs seemed a good way to inaugerate a new blog at the beginning of a new semmester. maybe because that semester happens to include a class devoted solely to the Harlem Renaissance, or maybe just because i like Langson Hughes. what ever the motive there you have it. i am a blogger.

In the Beginning...

In the beginning there was a group of friends, lets call them the flock... we all had our roles within the group - the pontiff, the scribe, the inquisitor, the artist - and I became the mistress of hospitality.me

me