“Literature is an active process: the communication between writer—who wishes to tell the reader something, and imagines that reader in their mind in order to best adapt their writing for their understanding—and reader, who reconstructs and reanimates the text in their own mind.”
— James Bridle
Jun. 19 2013
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Practice

What a beautiful word, especially in the verb form.

v. To do or perform habitually or customarily; make a habit of: practices courtesy in social situations.

v. To do or perform (something) repeatedly in order to acquire or polish a skill: practice a dance step.

v. To give lessons or repeated instructions to; drill: practiced the students in handwriting.

v. To work at, especially as a profession: practice law.

v. To carry out in action; observe: practices a religion piously.

v. To do something repeatedly in order to acquire or polish a skill.

v. To work at a profession.

Jun. 18 2013
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“I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose — a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.”
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, as quoted by my new yoga teacher today when discussing focus.
Jun. 17 2013
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We celebrated my 30th birthday with a big steak and a stroll through the neighborhood. It was a quiet Wednesday of work and reading, followed by a long weekend with Max’s family in Virginia. I am struck by happiness and my situation. I have my health and fun, important work. I have so much love. I’m surrounded by good people. I am fortunate that my parents are alive and healthy. I am fortunate to know my grandmother too. As my parents lose friends and things change, I feel thankful and try to enjoy each moment. Savoring what’s there, whatever it is that day. It is a beautiful year to breathe, remembering I don’t have forever—but I do have enough time, I hope, to finish all these poetry books in our library. We celebrated my 30th birthday with a big steak and a stroll through the neighborhood. It was a quiet Wednesday of work and reading, followed by a long weekend with Max’s family in Virginia. I am struck by happiness and my situation. I have my health and fun, important work. I have so much love. I’m surrounded by good people. I am fortunate that my parents are alive and healthy. I am fortunate to know my grandmother too. As my parents lose friends and things change, I feel thankful and try to enjoy each moment. Savoring what’s there, whatever it is that day. It is a beautiful year to breathe, remembering I don’t have forever—but I do have enough time, I hope, to finish all these poetry books in our library. We celebrated my 30th birthday with a big steak and a stroll through the neighborhood. It was a quiet Wednesday of work and reading, followed by a long weekend with Max’s family in Virginia. I am struck by happiness and my situation. I have my health and fun, important work. I have so much love. I’m surrounded by good people. I am fortunate that my parents are alive and healthy. I am fortunate to know my grandmother too. As my parents lose friends and things change, I feel thankful and try to enjoy each moment. Savoring what’s there, whatever it is that day. It is a beautiful year to breathe, remembering I don’t have forever—but I do have enough time, I hope, to finish all these poetry books in our library. We celebrated my 30th birthday with a big steak and a stroll through the neighborhood. It was a quiet Wednesday of work and reading, followed by a long weekend with Max’s family in Virginia. I am struck by happiness and my situation. I have my health and fun, important work. I have so much love. I’m surrounded by good people. I am fortunate that my parents are alive and healthy. I am fortunate to know my grandmother too. As my parents lose friends and things change, I feel thankful and try to enjoy each moment. Savoring what’s there, whatever it is that day. It is a beautiful year to breathe, remembering I don’t have forever—but I do have enough time, I hope, to finish all these poetry books in our library.

We celebrated my 30th birthday with a big steak and a stroll through the neighborhood. It was a quiet Wednesday of work and reading, followed by a long weekend with Max’s family in Virginia.

I am struck by happiness and my situation. I have my health and fun, important work. I have so much love. I’m surrounded by good people. I am fortunate that my parents are alive and healthy. I am fortunate to know my grandmother too. As my parents lose friends and things change, I feel thankful and try to enjoy each moment. Savoring what’s there, whatever it is that day.

It is a beautiful year to breathe, remembering I don’t have forever—but I do have enough time, I hope, to finish all these poetry books in our library.

Jun. 16 2013
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“We need not be chilled by the law’s uncertainty and edit in a framework of fear. Let us rather show a tender, loving care for humane truth—a care born of compassion for those we publish about and for. If we are locked up for that, it will have been worth the price.”
— Arthur Plotnik, The Elements of Editing
Jun. 15 2013
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“Explore the rugged edge of thought. Like grating a carrot, give the paper the colorful coleslaw of your consciousness.”
— Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down the Bones 
Jun. 9 2013
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Birthday by ~IcarusMask Okay, so, I am related to an artist. Thank you. What a birthday.<3

Birthday by ~IcarusMask

Okay, so, I am related to an artist. Thank you. What a birthday.<3

Jun. 5 2013
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