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Anjelle
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Busy Hands

I'm having so much fun stitching lately. Various projects. One in particular has been a good trial for new things. If you happen to see it, keep in mind that I'm only just learning embroidery. Ok? Thanks.

I've also been folding paper stars. I don't know why. It's a mindless, simple task. I like the process. And I like stars. So there you go.


Monday, June 01, 2009
Commitment

I don't care a damn for your loyal service when you think I am right; when I really want it most is when you think I am wrong.

General Sir John Monash


Posted at 03:40 pm by Anjelle
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
Pain

I feel like throwing things.

Kicking and screaming and crying and

Hurting.

 

I feel like hiding the tears behind anger.
I feel misunderstood.
I am unsure.

 

You don't get it.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Captured Moments

My son, four years old, running through the lawn at sunset. One arm raised above his head, carrying a stick. One arm down, with palm open to the earth.

I heard drums. I saw the bonfire. Even if only for a moment.

And I felt whole.


Posted at 11:08 am by Anjelle
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Inner Dialogue

I spend far too much time judging myself. I'm sure I'm not alone in this.

Was I right? Was I wrong? Was I good enough? Should I? Shouldn't I? Why am I so messed up?

Just a few of my queries, and my head is spinning.

What if there's nothing wrong with me? What if there's nothing wrong with any of us? What if we just... are. Learning, growing, and... being.

Part of the Universe. Facets of Diety. God's creation.

Suddenly my biggest question is... Why do I waste my time pondering percieved imperfections? I could be sewing. Creating. Playing with my son. Cuddling on the couch. Laughing. Sipping a glass of wine. Playing solitaire. Reading a book. Or a million other things that bring joy and pleasure to my life. These things are good. These things don't hurt anyone around me -- in many cases, they bring as much happiness to others as to myself.

Not everything is good or right or perfect. But... Bad shit happens. That doesn't make me any less.

I've started to interrupt myself. You may be suprised at the difference it makes.


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