I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » September 16th, 2014, 1:59 pm

ha ha, I am in need of bathing, poor Napoleon.
The pool water does not suffice to cleanse. :P
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » October 6th, 2014, 12:07 pm

I don't know if anybody knows this yet,
but the koots are in love.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » December 22nd, 2014, 1:54 pm

Not only are the koots in love, but now Penelope has two new friends. Penelope is a cow that I've taken a liking with. You can call to her from clear across the field and whether she must or wants to refuse it, she will come all the way over to be helloed to.
Such a heart.

Back to the koots, I don't know how they don't freeze their feathers off in all that cold water. "Koots, how does you do it?"
Back to nature, I am into it.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » December 22nd, 2014, 2:02 pm

Been having dreams again, was starting to wonder if I had any dreams any more. I think I keep waking up when I'm ready instead of waking when not. I think the dreams are interrupted therefore in the midst and caught, but with no intrusion they are staying quite buried and must be the fabrics under the fabrics, warm but unseen.

I dreamt two nights ago of the strong storm Vegas' winds and it was blowing even the children into needing a nurse, I could save them fast enough,

but last nights' I was looking out the window then painted a blue/green line down it and continued the paint until a palm tree emerged. I wanted to add a second tree, but was awoken suddenly and it was left there behind. I felt how the right color was chosen, the palm leaves were beautiful. It was pretty darn fresh, made me glad and all is well there.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » December 22nd, 2014, 5:45 pm

Perfectly peckered
he puckered up
and as near as she could
she brought him in.

The forest floor was a dark earth,
cool when dug into
rich and sure.

"More.." she said into his cusp,
gave is what he did.

The leaves made broke sounds
crackling under the strain.
A wild animal bit into something flesh.

She reached up
and touched the tip of a brush
into the sky
placing a star, then whirred it around
then around to form more.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Post by SadLuckDame » December 22nd, 2014, 7:08 pm

Whisp, whisp
went each breath,
the sun made it glisten.

All around the pond
ice was falling away into the water
and on the edge
snow turned to slush


each foot of hers' lifted up
her skin tingled from loosed
of that long, cold embrace
and she raised her arms high,
freedom.

In the huff of the breath
she yelled very loudly,
"Catfish!"
to watch that word
cloud pretty the clear blue sky.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » January 22nd, 2015, 7:24 pm

All the while the season's tempered and wind's thrust,
the cold was stark and clad, it was maddening weathers,
a war of sorts the natural.

Alice resumed stretched across the cold block ground, nothing giving ways,
nothing meant and taken, just everywhere the armor, the dinosaur and shell.

On the tramping he began about how bored he was and that nothing was a whistle and that maybees Alice should stand clear on her head for about halfs an hour.

Alice studied a rock, it had no distinct notion, nothing of notice that she could look at, but she began scratching it and the loose dirt powered up pouty, a peddle, a hat. She continued to make it react, scratch scratch went her and dirt dirt went that.

He wanted the sun to fall drastically in front of him, to lay there for reaching, to begin to shift and roll it around like an orange besting on the ground. "Want to taste an orange?" Breaking it in two, breaking into it and the wetted appetites.

Alice wanted it too, but firstly she was beginning to make way with a small dip into the rock, there scratched more and more so, her finger tips disappearing, than more and so when Alice's chin rested on it's edge and she had before her a very far tunnel to slip soundly within.

Surrounded by the now rock, outside was the sounds of large dinosaurs.
Dinosaurs and dinosaurs and dinosaurs.

"Bring in that orange, can we eat it now?"
And that day changed to be more and what could be better than that.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » February 24th, 2016, 1:03 am

All I knows is that I got island in my blood.
This time around was like being in with the caged shark, we both want to eat and it's all about whose gonna eat, since he ain't sharing. I had quite the fight on my hands, the fight brought in the flight and all I wants to do is get us back on that island. It'll be safer there, it'll be the introductions of that octopus garden and the barracuda and the gold shimmer through the under waters sand.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by stilltrucking » December 23rd, 2017, 10:38 pm

Liked this. t. Hope you like it too and are doing okay.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Get Me to a Nunnery

Three years ago this week, I was a guest at a cloistered Catholic abbey in rural Connecticut. I spent my days in near-silence, waking before dawn for Mass, working the farm alongside nuns in full habit. When bells rang at regular intervals, all work ceased so that the nuns could chant in Latin.

In the past 12 months, I’ve found myself returning again and again in my mind. I long for the quiet, the natural beauty, the sense of timelessness there.

It has been a year. I gave birth to my first child in June, the greatest joy of my life. But I worry about the world we brought him into. I wake each morning with a pit in my stomach, afraid to see what new bile the president tweeted while I slept. The worst mass shooting in modern American history occurred two months ago, and it seems that bad news piles up so fast that we’ve all but forgotten it. My parents got divorced this year. A dear friend was handed a cruel diagnosis. The image of that starving polar bear making the rounds on Facebook will never leave my mind. I still haven’t finished my Christmas shopping, and I didn’t buy Bitcoin in 2015 when my college friend’s cousin’s husband told me to.

At a time when the country is painfully divided, it’s a comfort to cast myself back to the abbey, to the cozy guesthouse where I stayed with a handful of women from all walks of life. We bonded as we sat chatting and reading in the lamp-lit living room. We were expected to be in for the night after 7:30 prayers and to avoid the distractions of cellphones and the internet. No typing was allowed. I found myself writing in a journal by hand for the first time in years.

My younger self would never have believed I was there by choice. Raised Catholic in the 1980s, I was a skeptic from the start. At age 4, when my parents explained the concept of heaven, I told them I wasn’t buying it. Years later, a budding adolescent feminist, I railed against Catholicism as sexist, hypocritical, shame-obsessed. When my mother found out I was skipping confirmation class to stay home and watch “General Hospital,” she invited the parish priest to dinner to talk sense into me. As he passed the potatoes, I horrified everyone by asking him why God, with all that was wrong in the world, would possibly care about birth control.

I married a fellow lapsed Catholic. In him, I see certain positive traits that I attribute to a Catholic upbringing: goodness; service; a sense of moral clarity. Catholicism stays with you whether you like it or not. The Hail Mary is a muscle memory that comes to me in times of trouble. I say it reflexively when I’m scared, or late, or when I hear an ambulance siren. But my feelings about the church have remained over time, only intensified by the sexual abuse crisis

I was reminded then of a story I had heard in my own family, about a woman who, in the 1970s, joined the cloistered Abbey of Regina Laudis. Her name is Mother Lucia. She’s the sister of my aunt’s best friend. For years, my aunt had been telling me that the two of us should meet, that we’d really hit it off.

I couldn’t imagine what I’d have in common with someone who had spent the past four decades in a convent. But I kept thinking about nuns, and reading about them. In 2012, as working nuns were becoming the quiet heroes of a crumbling church — advocating same-sex marriage and contraception, even as the Vatican continued to dismiss both as sinful — I wrote to Mother Lucia.

She invited me to come for a parlor, a conversation held through a wooden grille. We talked for two hours. I learned that she was a lover of Shakespeare with a Ph.D. in English literature from Yale, who had first visited the abbey seeking peace, community, social justice. I liked her instantly and admired her. Before we parted ways, she invited me to return for several nights.

During my stay, we followed the Benedictine motto “Ora et labora,” pray and work. Because the nuns are meant to be silent for most of the day, they can’t always communicate with visitors directly, but they find their ways, slipping guests notes after Mass. Often the plan for the particular work of the day is communicated to a guest by a tiny note slipped into her hand.

When you work with the nuns, they talk. I gardened with an older nun as we discussed the fate of bees and the films of Judi Dench. I rode around on a John Deere Gator with a nun in her early 30s who wore a novice’s white veil, as well as a nose ring. She wanted to join the abbey as soon as she graduated from college, but hers was a modern hindrance — a cloistered nun cannot have debt, and she had student loans to repay.

The abbey’s inhabitants include a former movie star, politicians, businesswomen, artists of all kinds. Some came in reaction to a moment in time that defied understanding — the assassinations of John F. Kennedy and the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., the Vietnam War, the acquittal of the police officers who killed Amadou Diallo.

Right now feels like one of those moments to me. And so I sometimes dream of throwing off the trappings of our troubled world and joining them. The fantasy is not strictly female. With each horrifying news story lately, my husband has taken to asking, “Is it time for the abbey?” We talk about living in the (nonexistent) caretaker’s cottage, raising our son up in fresh air, far from the evils of corrupt politicians and Pornhub.

It’s Christmastime again, and I feel the longing most acutely now. At the abbey, even the smallest act is considered an act of devotion, so that every dish washed or loaf of bread baked takes on heightened importance. I couldn’t have understood this as a kid, arguing with the parish priest. But I see it now. There is something powerful about being in the presence of faith when you yourself are doubting.

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by SadLuckDame » January 7th, 2018, 1:28 pm

Hi Jack, I've missed ya and I did really really like that post, was at first thinking hey it fits so nice, huh and then I look and it's another person's life. So weird hey! ha ha. Love it!
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll

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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

Post by stilltrucking » January 7th, 2018, 2:13 pm

Thank you, I only write for my baby sister and her children

Thinking about my little rock and r oller and h i s path to love. i promised his grandmother I w ould look out for them. Time is runnoing out fast for me, he has a rocky r oad ahead trying to take care of his aginee g parents

I got a reason to live.
infrienddship jt


fix typos later, i got the shakes too bad to type.now

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