An old friend, Sue Sinclair, wrote this for me... it seems the house is still on fire.
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Your life is a burning house
from which you want to save a few possessions,
some treasured pain or jealousy
guarded anxiety, by which you know your heart.
If you could re-enter,
you would singe every hair
for the pure pleasure of recognition,
re-encountering the static purposelessness
of your desires, the safety that is trapped
in the temporal, a world from which
you are slowly being released.
What you know becomes strange shadows
flickering on the ground outside,
becomes heat. You stand back, empty-handed,
and watch as beauty consumes itself.
by Sue Sinclair
----
Your life is a burning house
from which you want to save a few possessions,
some treasured pain or jealousy
guarded anxiety, by which you know your heart.
If you could re-enter,
you would singe every hair
for the pure pleasure of recognition,
re-encountering the static purposelessness
of your desires, the safety that is trapped
in the temporal, a world from which
you are slowly being released.
What you know becomes strange shadows
flickering on the ground outside,
becomes heat. You stand back, empty-handed,
and watch as beauty consumes itself.
by Sue Sinclair
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alyssum:
I think the source of my hangover problems in general is a combination of too much sugar and too little sleep. I wish there'd been some sunshine to sit in yesterday! But I definitely did very little moving, that's for sure. 
When my hubby came home from being out and about socializing all afternoon (he can sleep through anything, so he emerged unscathed!) I fell asleep with my head in his lap. This all sounds very cute and sweet until I wake up a few minutes later with an enormous crick in my neck but voila, no more hangover!
When my hubby came home from being out and about socializing all afternoon (he can sleep through anything, so he emerged unscathed!) I fell asleep with my head in his lap. This all sounds very cute and sweet until I wake up a few minutes later with an enormous crick in my neck but voila, no more hangover!
tina:
i was in san jose de cabo very close to cabo san lucas