tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25225919117682473312024-02-19T07:30:48.223-08:00Cup of KaviFelina Lune Kavi's Recycled Writing: conversations with the writings from her previous journalsFelina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-36819295651762915842019-06-15T12:11:00.000-07:002019-06-15T12:11:45.064-07:00A Farewell to Ani: Fifteen Years of Unconditional Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Farewell to </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Ani</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">:
Fifteen Years of Unconditional Love</span></span></span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>by Felina Lune Kavi</i></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Category: Recycled Visions</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Journals: Venus-lit Vixen, The 2004 Venusian Octave (Music of the Spheres), Blue Moon Sea Change, Earth Mother, Speaker for the Soul, and Cup of Kavi </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Date: 6-14-2019</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"Guardians
of love and light, stand by this </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">cat</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
and ease h</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">er</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
fight, for </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">s</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">he
has been a guardian too, and now needs help to pass on through."
</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My
husband and I chanted while holding our dying cat, my familiar, Ani.
I have been here before, holding the paw of a familiar in her last
breaths of life. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It
never gets any easier. I played a song just for her, just for this
moment because Ani and I were always connected by our love for music.
That’s why I named her Ani...she shared my love for Ani DiFranco
since the day we met, 15 years ago. But Ani DiFranco doesn’t have
the perfect song for saying goodbye to this beautiful being I love so
deeply. ‘I Hold You’ by Clann was her goodbye song. Clann is
Old Irish for ‘family’...even the band’s name is appropriate. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ani’s
full name was Anikka Maxine ‘Fuzzknuckle’ Kavi. Anikka is the
name of the lead singer of The Gathering, who sang ‘The May
Song’...which I was playing in May 2004 when Ani came to live with
me in Oklahoma City. Ani was a kitten then, born at the beginning of
May (my little Beltane baby). A guy that </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">went
to the baptist bible college found her in a dumpster, but they didn’t
allow cats at the dorm...so he gave her to my ex, who gave her to me.
I fell in love with her immediately. Though it did take a few years
for my familiar, Jasmine, to warm up to this rambunctious little one
who was always trying to snuggle in with her where ever she sat.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
reminded me of my mom’s familiar, Max, who was Jasmine’s brother.
So her middle name became Maxine. Her ‘Jellicle’ name,
‘Fuzzknuckle’ </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">was
the word I used in a play called ‘Sylvia’ to replace the F-word
that Sylvia (a dog) yelled threateningly at a cat. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">T</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">he
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</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">thought
the more colorful language my character used in the cat scene would
offend their older audience members...</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">so
I made up many of my own words to replace them and shouted them as if
shouting profanity. It worked to make the laugh lines even funnier
for the audience. And because Ani showed a hilarious sense of humor
from the start, she was quite proud to adopt the name Fuzzknuckle as
a term of endearment.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
even looked a little goofy in her kitten days...still beautiful and
adorable, but also goofy. She had kind of a wonky shaped head, </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a
tongue that (at first) seemed a bit too large for her mouth</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
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gap in the middle of her tiny front teeth, a scraggly voice, and a
crooked tail. This all matched her wild and goofy antics as a
kitten. Naturally, she became a character in my ongoing LiveJournal
story series which started from the point-of-view of Jasmine (whose
Jellicle name was ‘Blue’) and became the ‘Fuzzknuckle and Blue’
series. Fuzzknuckle was Blue’s enthusiastic and somewhat chaotic
sidekick, whom Blue reluctantly took on her adventures (but also,
deep down, </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Blue
loved her). Like Batman and Robin...if Batman was a wise and chubby
cat, and Robin was a scrawny goofball kitten with an exaggerated lisp
and a penchant for causing more trouble than Batman was comfortable
with.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jasmine, Ani, and Baby Alyrica in 2006</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
Jasmine was 9, and Ani was almost 2...my first child, Alyrica Rayven,
was born. So, I wrote a story for Alyrica called ‘Fuzzknuckle and
Blue’ where the cats tried to teach the baby (Alyrica Rayne) to
talk. There were many times when Jasmine and Ani would be sitting
near baby Alyrica while she’d babble at them and they would be
staring at her intently...as if trying to discern what she was trying
to say. So the story was loosely based on real-life scenes. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ani
was a wonderfully sweet ‘babysitter’ for Alyrica too. And she
took that job literally. When I was nursing Alyrica, Ani would come
up on the chair and plop down right on any part of the baby that was
sticking out. Then she’d look up lovingly at me like ‘See, Mama,
I can babysit!’</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
Alyrica was 2 years old, Jasmine passed away...from a urinary issue
similar to what sent Ani downhill this year. Lyra doesn’t remember
much about Jasmine...so she still thinks of her as wise old ‘Blue’
from her story. But Jasmine was also a beautiful and compassionate
familiar to me...she would wipe my tears with her fur whenever I
cried (which I did a lot in those tumultuous 11 years that Jasmine
was with me in my transition to adulthood and then parenthood). </span></span></span>
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soon as Jasmine died, that very same day in March of 2008, Ani’s
personality began to shift into ‘Familiar Mode’. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">S</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">he
started doing things that Jasmine used to do for me, </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">as
if immediately maturing by adopting some of Jasmine’s wisdom. She
calmed down a bit, </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">likely</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
to keep me calm after losing my first baby. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Familiars
are very intuitive that way. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She
kept some of her own expressions of love (but heightened them), like
coming to me from any room whenever I would sing </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">or
lying down across my chest and purring while we were heart-to-heart</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
But she also started wiping my tears with her fur on that day that
Jasmine died. It seemed Jasmine had given Ani her blessing to
inherit the role of familiar...a last act of love between the three
of us.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fuzzknuckles Out! Zephyr, Zen, and Ani</td></tr>
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Ani was 6, we adopted two kittens we named Zephyr and Zen from our
friends (or, Zephyrus Albus ‘Dandelion’ Kavi and Zenya Iris
‘Patchouli’ Kavi). Zephyr became Michael’s familiar and Zen
became Alyrica’s familiar. Ani, then, became the wise old Grandma
to these kittens...just as Jasmine did for her. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ani
loved Alyrica too. She especially loved her when we were reading,
singing bedtime songs, or Alyrica was sleepy. She kept a watchful
distance from her when she was first toddling around on two legs
though...because Alyrica had a habit of falling hard on her
diaper-padded butt in those days and Ani was smart enough not to get
pinned by ‘the </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">giant
Sumo-baby’. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ani
was 10 by the time Felix was born, and she loved him too. She did
the same ‘babysitting’ for Felix when he was little. Of course,
once Felix could walk...she was even more cautious around him. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">He
was a little more dangerous than Alyrica ever was, because he thought
of cat’s tails as toys.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another photo of Ani 'babysitting' Felix</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But
Ani’s love for her daddy was undeniable. Soon after Jasmine died
in 2008, Ani chose my husband for me. I mean, I was in love with
Michael already...but she gave him her blessing during a pivotal
conversation where she sat on his lap as if to make the choice for
me. So wise she was, because Michael was the perfect Daddy for Ani
and Alyrica. And while I didn’t completely know that this
36-year-old bachelor I was in love with had any inherent
understanding of what it took to be a good father...Ani could foresee
his future. </span></span></span>
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these last months of Ani’s life, Michael was a blessing to her. He
loved Ani so much, and it showed in the way he took care of her when
she was in her worst health and doing things that many other people
would find frustrating and inconvenient. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">He
cared for both of us during this time with such love and
compassion...it was just like losing a child for him too. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Michael
and I both cried together through the worst of it. Just as we’ll
heal together now. On the morning before Ani died, I took the kids
to Lauritzen Gardens as promised. I didn’t want to leave. Felix
was making it all harder than it needed to be with his four-year-old
resistance to arriving places on time and without hassle...but I also
felt like I was supposed to be with Ani all day again. She had just
had an ultrasound the previous day and had been in extreme pain ever
since. They found it wasn’t a tumor or stones...it was a ‘very
angry bladder’ (apparently the lining of her bladder was in the top
three of thickness that the ultrasound tech had ever seen). Michael
was supposed to go to work, but he ended up staying home with Ani
because she quickly got worse after we left for the Gardens. Michael
called me on our way home and told me to get there as fast as we
could. He thought Ani would die before I got one more chance to see
her.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But
when I got home, and went into our bedroom, Ani raised her head and
looked right at me. It was as if she was waiting for me so she could
start her transition. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As
soon as we saw that she was giving up the last of her 9 lives,
Michael held her body as I held her paw. We cried for her and kissed
her and told her how much we love her. We didn’t want her life to
end with such suffering, but we held out our hope for too long...so
we made the best of our goodbye to our loving furbaby. Tragic as it
was, her send off across the Rainbow Bridge was also deeply
beautiful.</span></span></span></div>
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<br />Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-74693846292973609612018-01-07T00:34:00.000-08:002018-01-07T00:34:02.350-08:00States of Alyrica: The Sleepless Sleepover<i>Category: Recycled Dialogue</i><br />
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<i>Journal: Earth Mother</i><br />
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<i>Date: 1-7-18, previous cycle began 7-26-12 (<a href="http://cup-of-kavi.blogspot.com/2012/07/states-of-alyrica-bedtime-uprising.html">Initiation into the Age of Reason</a>)</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>States of Alyrica: The Sleepless Sleepover</b></span><br />
<b>Initiation into the Age of Rebellion</b><br />
by Felina Lune Kavi<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I open the door to Alyrica’s bedroom and 6 eyes fell upon
me…sleep-deprived, yet unblinking so as not to miss what I was going to
say.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Eyebrows raised like question
marks.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Are they in trouble?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We’re they too loud?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I drew a breath, and raised my own question.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Which one of you can tell me…why?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The question set in to all three girls, then, and
immediately showed in body language…each one pondering the answer in a moment
of silence.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one who shifted her gaze away first, spoke first.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“What do you mean, why?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Why what?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Can you tell me WHY?” I asked, then offered my questioning
glance toward each of them separately.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one who turned away first, spoke first.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Were we being too loud?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yes,” I answered.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>“But, WHY?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My daughter is usually not fond of figuring out ‘whys’…her
self-motivations often being a blindspot in her consciousness.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>‘Why’ is a confusion point for her, and it
can either lead to a breakdown or (when we’re lucky) a redirection of energy
toward constructive, reasonable consideration for her environment and others in
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I’ve been letting her know that it’s
okay that she doesn’t know…that she isn’t clear about what she’s doing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Because it helps her refocus, then, on who
she’s being.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Since she was the one who
recently had this lesson, she spoke first (the first answer, after so many
questions).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“She was demonstrating how to do a drop kick.”<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Alyrica said with one of the most exhausted
expressions I’ve ever seen from her (aside from in sleepwalking stupors where
she couldn’t even form words but still tried to communicate with us).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one who dropkicked, smirked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You shook the whole house.”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I told the Dropkicker.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They all
laughed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one who instigated (as a mother can always tell the
instigator if she’s patient), spoke again…giggling.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Alright, no more drop kicking.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Promise.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I looked at the drop kicker, incredulously, and said
“Yes.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Please, no more drop kicking.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I can tell you’re physically tired…and she’s
mentally exhausted…and she, well, she’s the Energizer Bunny so I don’t know how
any of you are going to sleep tonight but at least two of you should.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">They all giggled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“If somebody actually needs to fall asleep, please let
them.” I said to the Energizer Bunny.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She laughed and kicked her legs at not getting in trouble,
even while being called out.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Okay!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Got it!<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I can do that!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Still too loud.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I
get that you’re all cranked up to 11…but take it down to a 2, okay?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>You have volume control abilities…you can
work on mastering them here tonight.”<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Laughter ensued…and I couldn’t help but laugh myself.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>They started kicking each other and throwing
stuffed animals.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“And no more
kicking.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Calm your legs, ladies.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Move your mouths if you have to…quietly…but
keep your legs quieter.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Stop kicking
each other.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And no more dropkicking
either.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>No injuries!<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I don’t care if you don’t sleep…you’re not
going to like the morning if you choose not to sleep, but that’s your
choice.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Our cat, Zephyr will be
scratching at the doors sometime before 7am…that’s in about 5 hours…demanding
food from any hairless ape who can’t sleep through his shenanigans.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">They laughed again.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The physically tired one let out a whimper, knowing his antics would
wake her up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Don’t worry.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He
usually chooses me as his target.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He’ll
push through our door, jump right on me, walk heavily up me, put his butt near
my head for a moment, then walk around knocking things off my table before
traversing the headboard to the window and moving the curtain so the sunlight
pours in directly to my face.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He won’t
even touch my husband…he knows he will sleep through anything.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>He knows I don’t sleep like the others.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hysterical laughter ensues throughout the retelling of this
daily rude awakening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Just know that he’ll try at this door too.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So keep it closed.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And don’t let any cat in when you leave to go
to the bathroom.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>You’ll regret it when
the distinct smell of cat butt steals your dreams away at sunrise.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I closed the door on their laughter.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It’s possible I could have wound things back
up, somewhat intentionally.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But there’s
a chance that ‘the tireds’ will set in too after calling out the underlying
exhaustion of their shenanigans.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I was
betting on both. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And as I finish this
retelling, I hear only ‘stage whispers’ coming through Alyrica’s door.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I might be able to sleep through that.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>If not, I have a ‘pink noise’ track I use to
cancel out the sounds of my snoring husband.</span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-41026582534663979592017-06-13T08:44:00.000-07:002017-06-13T09:00:00.672-07:00Applying Acting to Everyday Life/ Creating Reality on Stage (Act Two)<br />
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(This on-going conversation began with <a href="http://cup-of-kavi.blogspot.com/2010/08/applying-acting-to-everyday-life.html">Applying Acting to Everyday Life/ Creating Reality on Stage: Part One</a>…click, now or later, if you’d
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0px;">In acting class yesterday, we were talking about characters.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>To illustrate the point that every human
being is an actor (storyteller) and we are acting (doing and being) in
authentic ways every day, I had them consider all the roles they’ve played so
far in life, as well as the possibility of roles to play in their future.<span style="margin: 0px;"> Then we narrowed it down to find the essence of our character. </span>You can do this too, as I explain this
lesson, if you’d like.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Think of who you
were as a child (my beginner class is still in their childhood years, so they
considered themselves a few years prior to now...while the older class thought
back a few more years).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Try to narrow
down who you were as a child into just one archetype/character by thinking of
how you acted, what made you feel alive or joyful…those kinds of things.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Disregard anything that others wanted you to
be or said you were if it didn’t seem to fit you.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What did you know of who you were then?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I said, for example, I was the Artist/Storyteller…because
I loved to create things to tell a story (art, dance, music, writing, acting).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Some of the younger students said things like
‘I liked to kiss and hug every animal I saw (Animal Lover)!’ or ‘I was an
Artist because I drew on the couch with a pen.’<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>The older students in my next class said things like ‘I was a
Troublemaker.’ Or ‘I was a Comedienne…like I was on my own show.’ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0px;">(Side note: I was happy to follow with a brief discussion on
the history of the Fool/Clown/Jester archetype being the only one who could get
away with telling the truth to the King…as well as a bit about the power of
humor and timing skill involved in comedic acting…the Fool has powerful medicine, after
all.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0px;">Now, who are you NOW?<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>Right here, in this moment, what role do you play to its fullest?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What character/archetype within comes alive
in you in the most authentic way?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Where
do you shine? I find that the Guide comes out fullest in all that I am now
(even in having to repeat instructions, ad nauseam, to my children…where I feel
forced into the Drill Sergeant expression of that Guide role sometimes).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And the Guide is in all that I love to do.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I still create from that Inner Child Artist,
but I do it in ways that guide and teach others (and myself) to be the best
versions of ourselves…actively creating those better versions of Self in the
world around us however we do it best.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>For some of my younger students, it was ‘Tomboy’ or ‘Gamer’…and for the
next class, they said ‘Cultural Explorer’ or ‘Inventor’.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0px;">So you’ve arrived at how your beginning expression and your
current role interact in the now.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>How
might that combination evolve into your future Self?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Don’t make it the big, scary question of ‘Who
will I be (when I grow up)?’…even though, partially, it could be.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But consider a possibility, instead.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What image comes automatically to mind,
before the ‘monkey mind’ chimes in?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>How
can we refine that image into an archetype, character, or role?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>The first thing that comes to me is
Healer.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>That’s what all of this creative
expression of the Artist and encouraging words of the Guide are for, after all…to
heal us.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Many of us act as, and are
continuing to evolve as, healers on this planet in a multitude of ways (and with
good reason).<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One of my younger students
mentioned the ‘Nurse/Caretaker’ archetype…another said ‘Mother’.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>One of the teens said ‘Teacher’ while another
said ‘Humanitarian’.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Every one of those
can also be a Healer.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>In fact, if you each
told me what you came up with…the majority of you would view your future on a
healing path in some way.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0px;">Why, do you feel, that could be? <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>When we look into the future, do we see
ourselves and our wounds healed from our own authentic medicine as well as the authentic
medicine of others?<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I know I do.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What we want to do for others, we must
simultaneously do for ourselves.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>That is
how the Present Expression, supported by the Inner Child Wisdom, evolves into
our future.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And in any best possible
outcome that we make that happen…that is the essence of Healing.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And the essence of Healing was present within
the beginnings of Acting/Storytelling.</span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is a week late, but I've been taking the time to reflect on
the last 9 months of this year that our son has been learning and growing in
this world, and the 9 months last year that he had been learning and growing in
the world within me while we lived, learned, and grew on the outside. A lot has changed with the many moons
since Felix came into our lives. And since I have spent nearly all of the past
18 months with him, I can tell you (as close to his perspective as one is able
to perceive) his journey thus far.</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">At first, life was warm and
watery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I started to hear a
lot of ruckus outside of the womb…though sometimes the noises softened and I
could hear music, singing, laughing, or make out different voices talking to
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These people were as fascinating
as they were noisy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to be
noisy too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to meet them and
learn their language.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also
wanted to teach them a thing or two about noise and silence, I could already
tell the difference.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since I had
some time to prepare my own lessons, I kicked around a lot and made myself
comfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Soon enough, I was grown and I
decided the end of the Taurus Moon was a good time to make my move from that
cozy little nook inside Mama to the home inside the larger universe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama was right about the moon, just as
she guessed the exact day my sister was born because of an already apparent
Pisces influence in their connection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She’s good at guessing the right moon for a birth…though I was still
able to surprise them all on the birth date.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought it would be fitting for a new beginning to
coincide with the first day of the year, and I like to make things a little
later than expected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On day one of
the year, it would help them out as far as tracking my months to come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could tell both of my parents would
appreciate the easy math.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">In my first months, I learned how
to mimic my family by smiling and babbling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My neck grew strong quickly from nursing and I was looking
around at everything and studying it every day as my eyesight got clearer. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found the comfort of Mama’s singing,
the gentle strength of Daddy’s big hands, and the sweet silliness of my
sister’s antics to be very enjoyable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I met lots of family and friends, all of them smiling and wanting to
talk with me and hold me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life
outside the womb was pretty awesome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I took it all in and learned how to communicate with everyone in my own
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Watching them all, especially my
furry siblings, made me want to get moving too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started rolling around and grabbing everything I could
reach…putting it all in my mouth to see if it would fit or how it tasted. Soon
enough, I was able to twist and turn myself all over the place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I’m able to do what they call ‘the
army crawl’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They seem happy about
this, but I can tell Daddy is worried now about all of the possible worst-case
scenarios that could happen now that I’m on the move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He keeps bringing up ‘baby-proofing’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That sounds like a challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Now that I am nine months old, I
can say ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’…though my first word was ‘waggle’ (I thought that
would be a good one to make them laugh…after all, Alyrica’s first word was
‘Edna’).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t quite say my
sister’s name, so I just call her ‘Lala’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In recent news, I just got my first tooth this week. It made them all
very happy…but it made me pretty angry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My mouth hurts a lot, so I scream about it sometimes so they all know
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a little over 15 pounds
now…a little heavier than our oldest cat, Ani, but still lighter than our fat
cats Zenya and Zephyr.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our cats
are funny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like to laugh at them
when they move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I touch them,
I make sure my hands are all slobbery first so I get as much fur on them as I
can.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">I’m great at sitting up by myself
and I can stand with help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon,
I’ll surprise them all by walking but I’m not quite ready yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like when my parents take me for
walks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I helped Daddy pick some
peppers from our garden…and I picked a marigold for Mama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama took me for a walk after the Fall Equinox
and we picked up a bunch of fiery colored leaves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I liked the crunchy feeling in my hand…and I crushed one
into Mama’s chest so she got little leaf pieces down her shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stopped to touch a big tree on the
way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was much taller than Daddy
and I liked the feeling of the bark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I really love being outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ve noticed that sometimes when I get fussy enough, they’ll take me
outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m getting the hang of
training them to get what I want.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2f3d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">So far, I’ve gathered that life
is all about growing, learning, napping, moving from one place to the next, and
making a bunch of noise while demanding quiet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That about sums
it up, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mix in a whole lot
of eating, drinking, and excreting waste from what you have eaten and drank…and
I’m pretty sure I’m nailing it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-86984114974854605432015-02-19T16:39:00.001-08:002015-02-19T16:44:49.682-08:00The Birth Journey of Felix Fawkes Kavi<!--StartFragment-->
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Birth Journey of Felix Fawkes Kavi</span></div>
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By Felina Lune Kavi<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Category: Recycled Visions</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Journal: Earth Mother</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Date: 1-1-15</span></div>
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My Family was as prepared for the journey of my birth as
they were ever going to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
thought I might come earlier than I had arranged, so by New Year’s Eve, Mama
had nested enough for my homecoming and welcomed the beginning of what was to
be a long and sleepless night of inner travel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She felt rested and calm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew to keep the excitement to a minimum to ensure our
safety and ease in this endeavor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Daddy knew as well, though we could both hear the adrenaline in his
voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was to be Daddy’s
first voyage into the unknown of fatherhood, after all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama and I felt he was doing an
excellent job.</div>
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I heard the countdown to my birthday, followed soon after by
my sister’s laughter as Daddy threw her on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hear that is a tradition started by my Grandpa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It sounded like fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Daddy kissed Mama, I could feel
their love radiate through me and I knew they knew I would be here soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They decided Alyrica should sleep,
though they may have to wake her soon to take us all to the birthing
center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sent her happy dreams
about all of her favorite animals.</div>
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Mama and I centered ourselves as her body stretched more and
more and the sensations increased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I could hear her moaning through the pressure waves and Daddy’s voice
began reciting hypnosis cues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Relax.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said calmly…and
she went under momentarily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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We spent a few hours in the bed as Mama rested her body and went
to that special place in her mind where we could spend time together…floating
in the water and holding me next to her heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would say my name and tell me she was ready for me to
come home, and I would coo back at her as she stroked my head upon her
chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In dreamtime, we washed
ashore to our little island and she carried me up a stone staircase.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stood for a moment at the top of
what looked to be a gigantic earthen bowl with a path that spiraled into the
center below.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama walked down the
spiral path with me, singing me a song about the ocean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we reached the bottom, there was a
large nest in the middle of the circle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mama cradled me inside it and we slept.</div>
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When she woke up, the pressure waves were stronger and more
frequent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She woke up Daddy gently
and told him it was time to get ready to go to the birthing center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He began gathering our things and woke
up my sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was very
sleepy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole thing might have
been like a dream to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy
called the midwife to tell her we were coming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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It was very cold outside, but I was keeping Mama warm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She walked slowly down the stairs to
the car and everyone got inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
ride was long and bumpy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama was
very uncomfortable, though Daddy was trying to drive smoothly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama listened to a hypnosis CD until
they arrived at the birthing center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Rachael, our midwife, was already there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She held the door open and welcomed us
into the warmth of the birthing center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was 5am and a holiday, so no one else was at the birthing
center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is how I meant it to
be so Mama and I had no distractions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Mama got to choose from the two rooms and she chose the
purple room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Purple is her
favorite color and it makes her feel calm and balanced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a big bed in the center of
the room and a bathroom with a tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It made Mama feel at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Daddy started setting things up on the bedside table and started some
calming music.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He brought brownies
and veggies and set them out for everyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama was hungry and ate broccoli, cauliflower, and bell
peppers to keep her strength up and drank a lot of water to keep hydrated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They got out a birthing ball for her to
sit on while breathing through the pressure waves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy rubbed her back and held her hand while Rachael held
her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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In between waves, Mama and Daddy gave Alyrica a Big Sister
Basket that had a camera, some snacks, and a shirt with two foxes on it that
said ‘Big Sister’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wore the
shirt proudly and started taking photos of things in the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon, though, she went into the library
to sleep some more while we waited for my birth.</div>
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With each successive pressure wave, Mama’s brain waves begin
to slow down and she enters into a deep altered state of consciousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her body is still tightening with
sensations but her mind is somewhere beyond.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things are changing rapidly as she shifts into active
birthing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy and Rachael help
her walk through the halls of the birthing center to help pull me down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rocking motion was comforting to me
and moved me to where I needed to be.</div>
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As the pressure increased, Mama would stop and hold on to
Daddy and focus on moving me down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In between those times, they would stop and look at the footprints on
the wall of all the other babies that had been born there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon they would choose a place on the
wall for my footprints.</div>
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During this time, Mama was aware of everything around her
but she was somewhere else entirely…somewhere closer to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Together, we moved to the rhythm of her
body like we were dancing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
music became louder as she moved back into the room to rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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At this time, Mama needed Daddy to be with her while she
rested in the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wanted the
intimacy of him being there to hold her, comfort her, and rub her back as her
body writhed and quaked with our inner travels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a sacred bond there between them that allowed us
all to be in tune with each other during this process.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The room seemed to become darker, and
everything else besides the two of them fell away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The shift was palpable as Mama moved into a deeper state.</div>
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Daddy whispered encouraging affirmations to her as she
entered into this stage of her journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He let her know that he was with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The transition was intense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite her calm, Mama had a wild look about her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was accessing all of her personal power
to bring me closer to home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Rachael was there, then, to guide her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would breathe and moan with her,
keeping her voice low and open to encourage Mama to stay calm and open as she
came closer to my birthing time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There were animal-like sounds coming from Mama that Daddy had never
heard before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was in awe of the
powerful process he was witnessing as his wife was bringing his first-born
child to him.</div>
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Rachael went to wake up Alyrica so she could be present for
my birth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They came back and
Alyrica had her camera ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Rachael suggested entering the birthing tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They helped Mama into the bathroom and Rachael got the
bathwater ready as Mama held on to Daddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The sound of the water brought her back to that place where she was
holding me to her chest, floating in a calm ocean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her brainwaves had slowed and deepened more then, and a
transformation was happening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
was receiving a lot of information about me very rapidly and though she wanted
to tell Daddy, there were no words to describe it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She suddenly knew who I was meant to be…she understood my
soul and why I had come to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As she entered the birthing tub, she felt the waves bringing us closer
to the shore.</div>
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If she could have formed the words, she would have explained
that she had never felt more alive than in these last moments as she was
bringing me down the birth canal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The urge to bear down came soon after.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was wild-eyed and powerful and became a new woman in
that moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While she was on one
knee in the warm water, I crowned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Rachael told Daddy he could reach down then and feel my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt him touch me and I knew I was
almost there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Mama locked eyes with Daddy then, knowing what she needed to
do and knowing that he was there to help her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She rose up slightly, leaning forward and arching her back…the
sounds emanating from her signaled my time to emerge and meet my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The sounds coming from Mama filled the warm air of the
room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alyrica didn’t recognize
Mama in that moment and she couldn’t stay in the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was afraid of what was
happening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even Daddy admitted
later that if it went on any longer than it did, he was afraid Mama couldn’t do
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Mama was doing what she
was meant to do…the strength of a mother giving birth is nothing short of
amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was not afraid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In one last push, I entered this world
in the loving hands of my Daddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And everything was as it should be.</div>
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Alyrica came back in then and took some photos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cried out to let everyone know I was
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy placed me on my Mama’s
chest and she held me next to her heart, just as she had done in her mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We floated in the warm water for a
moment, acclimating to the newness of the sensations surrounding us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama’s voice was soothing me as I
rested my head upon her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddy’s
eyes watered at the sight of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He told her how proud he was of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all fell in love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Our family was complete.</div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-9701620628770588972015-01-12T08:42:00.001-08:002015-01-12T08:42:40.932-08:00Love at Every Sight<!--StartFragment-->
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Category: Recycled Poetry</div>
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Journals: Nest of the Bower Birds/ Earth Mother</div>
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Dates: January 2008/ January 12th, 2015</div>
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'I Have Seen'</div>
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by Felina Lune Kavi</div>
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January 2008</div>
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I have seen myself in your eyes</div>
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smiling, in love.</div>
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I have seen our future</div>
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through golden rays shining</div>
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on your gray-green seas.</div>
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I have fallen deeper</div>
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into you, eyes entranced,</div>
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than anyone else could fathom.</div>
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I have felt you uncontained, pure energy,</div>
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in sync with every vibration in me.</div>
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I am into you so deep</div>
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that I can breathe only you.</div>
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'Storyteller'</div>
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by Felina Lune Kavi</div>
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1-12-2015</div>
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Soft skin on my skin,</div>
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I watch our son sleep.</div>
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I see you, my husband.</div>
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I see a rebirth before me.</div>
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I am meeting ancestors,</div>
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Some of yours for the first time,</div>
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All in the gentle breaths of our baby.</div>
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When he opens his eyes,</div>
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He shows me everything,</div>
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Everyone present and past,</div>
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Guiding his future.</div>
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I wish we could keep the wisdom</div>
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With which we are born.</div>
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I see it in his eyes.</div>
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He gazes at me, then looks just beyond,</div>
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Seeing what most lose the ability to see.</div>
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He sees me too.</div>
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He sees all the past and present</div>
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Guiding my future.</div>
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He sees himself in me, as in you.</div>
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He remembers the story unfolding,</div>
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Though he may forget most of it</div>
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Before he can tell us.</div>
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Pieces of it will catch his consciousness</div>
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From time to time…spilling forth.</div>
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And we’ll wonder at the weirdness,</div>
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And smile about the creativity</div>
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Of a son born of two artists…</div>
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One of imagery and one of words.</div>
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A storyteller is born.</div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-67598271946575646832014-09-04T13:07:00.004-07:002014-09-04T13:07:47.845-07:00Mother of Phoenyx: Honoring the Cycles of Transformation<!--StartFragment-->
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lives are full of awakenings. Even those who appear to be constantly hitting the snooze
button on their internal alarm clock…they can never fully go back to sleep,
ignoring the responsibilities of being alive. At some point they have to get up and move forward. The only thing that stops that is
death…but even death is its own awakening. To awaken, in any respect, is to accept and allow a necessary
transformation to unfold. How we
deal with those subsequent changes we are meant to experience in life
determines the length of time we choose to endure the most difficult stages of
our own purification process.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Can we simplify our story, dissolve our toxic emotions,
release our demons, and embrace our shadow all at once and reach a point of
resolution? Possibly, if we’ve
spent all of our lives learning how to make personal transformation a fine
art. But what of right now? Right now, we are still learning. We have to focus one step at a
time. We have to learn that
impatience is actually a waste of time.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The past year has been a journey for me. As a woman, as a wife, and as a mother,
I have changed. It wasn’t easy…and
it wasn’t exactly the change I had in mind to begin with either…but it was
necessary to experience it as I did.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For several months after losing our little Phoenyx last
September, I didn’t quite understand what was happening to me. I didn’t have sense, anymore, of who I
was or where I was going. Not at
first. What I could understand
though, is that the birth of our nephew and the death of our baby happened on
the same day last year so that I wouldn’t fall apart completely and miss the
importance of what was unfolding.
I came to understand that the miscarriage lead me to take care of
myself, and forced me to rid myself of what was stagnating new growth…purifying
myself for new life to return in the Spring. Love and gratitude had to be experienced in some way at each
grueling stage of the process to remind me that life goes on and cycles of
transformation are beyond our control.
And sometimes, even the worst of it is absolutely beautiful in
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I relearned how to trust the process. I openly and honestly felt the whole of
that experience and came out of it changed for the better. I called out my fears and let go of
them for good. I unearthed my
feelings of inadequacy…and I admitted that though I may not be fully prepared
for whatever was to come from this experience, I was ready.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And this process didn’t end in the Spring when we found out
we were pregnant again. It didn’t
end yesterday, when I reread what I wrote about the miscarriage that happened
last September 3</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">rd</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> and realized why it all happened the way it
did. I’m still going through some
final stages of changing…still being tested a bit a long the way. But I realize that it’s all so that
when this baby is born, the new me will be born as well.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One thing about being born
in the Springtime is that you find it difficult to hold back from announcing
new things happening in your life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last month, during the
week following Easter Sunday (the week the Cardinal Grand Cross was at its
peak, for those of you following the planetary alignments), we found out we are
pregnant again…due around the time of the Winter Solstice this year.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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said, I feel it necessary to give some voice to the process of transformation
that comes from the extremities of joy after pain. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The end of April had been
looming like a ghost in my mind since we lost Phoenyx in September. As the
original due date drew nearer, the recognition grew clearer and clearer that I
was still stuck in some limbo state of being and feeling…and definitely at a
deadlock of doing. My once strong sense of identity had been shattered and
scattered amongst fears I never realized before, thoughts that self-sabotaged
my efforts to remain in tact, and emotions that had a grip much tighter than
reason. I took that time for all of it...and considered that I may never
feel like myself again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In theatre, you have this
unspoken commitment to everyone involved (especially the audience), that unless
you are physically unable to perform…you push through any pain, suffering, or
sickness and deliver a performance to the best of your ability. This last
show I was in certainly wasn’t the first I’ve pushed myself through while sick
or in pain, but it was the first that gave me insight into that pattern being
present within my own life. I’ve always been taught by life that in order
to be something you have to do what it requires of you. If I want to be
strong, I have to overcome my weakness. If I want to be healed, I have to
understand my own wounds and take care of them. And if I want to be whole
again, I have to retrieve all the pieces and rediscover the big picture in the
puzzle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I didn’t glide through
those months gracefully, whether I appeared to or not. I fought myself at
first for a while, but I grew new wings within that chrysalis of
transformation. A voice, small and still within, whispered a calm knowing
that I was coming home soon…though it was barely audible amongst the din of
self-deprecation. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Soon after the Spring
Equinox, I began to dread the coming April. I was about to turn 32…maybe
I’m only meant to have one child, I thought. So I told Michael, two more
months to see what happens, and then I’ve got to give it up and move on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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me, because the ‘rebirth’ happened soon after. When we found out, it was
surreal. Here I had been writing throughout April about the Cardinal
Grand Cross of Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, and Pluto…and there I saw a blue cross on
the pregnancy test, signaling the necessary change that was beginning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The impending night falls like a
shroud.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A ghost unveiled, revealed in
half-light;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Shadows cast upon an empty shell.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hold my husband like a distant
dream.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Both appear just out of reach
now...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Phantom pains in a broken heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So close we were to resolution.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Heartstrings now stretched and
falling flat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Discordia sounds that familiar
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A restless interval to wake the
dead.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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body...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not one of blood, but saline
tears,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And the heaving breath of a wounded
mother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The panic fear returns once more.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In The Awakening, I held a
promise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The void within can’t be ignored.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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acceptance,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But there was pain left
unaddressed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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distraction,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This dark night is cold and
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And deep exhaustion refuses
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Luna alone in city skyscape...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You have a choice, don’t waste
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And so I wait with trusting
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<span style="color: #10121b; font-size: 14pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The dawn will fill the dark with
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The honest, uncensored, experience of what happened a year ago...the point of departure from everything I was and knew up to that point in my life, that eventually lead me to where I am now...can be read here: </span><a href="http://cup-of-kavi.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-one-that-flew-away.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The One That Flew Away</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-53797459304102773832014-01-12T19:17:00.001-08:002014-01-12T19:33:03.438-08:00Beautiful Infinity<!--StartFragment-->
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by Michael Kavi<br />
2008<br />
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Dizzy for the first time.</div>
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And all my life before we entwined,</div>
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Never have I felt a balance so sublime, </div>
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Side by side…a perfect paradigm.</div>
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Lost in the visions that I kept of you,</div>
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Your voice swimming circles in my head.</div>
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Floating down the river drifts this day.</div>
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Whirlpool dizzy vortex twisting,</div>
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Traces of you push this spirit to lifting.</div>
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Our aura embraced, our essence ablaze,</div>
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Spinning into our beautiful infinity.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Beautiful Infinity II</span></div>
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<i>by Felina Lune Kavi</i></div>
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<i>(inspired by 'Beautiful Infinity', written in January 2008 by Michael Kavi)</i></div>
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Dizzy like the first time.</div>
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Still side by side…essential, alive,</div>
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Radiant flames that forever shine.</div>
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Forging new paths since our stars aligned.</div>
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Journey through the poetry that holds your voice,</div>
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Your love swimming circles around my soul.</div>
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Floating down the river that never ends.</div>
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Rocky rapids, winding, weaving…</div>
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Being with you keeps my spirit from sinking.</div>
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Auras entwined in balance sublime,</div>
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One kiss began our beautiful infinity.</div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-92189063828311251242013-10-31T06:51:00.002-07:002014-09-07T14:50:16.909-07:00Welcome the Fall/ Witches' New Year<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Category: Recycled Poetry</span><br />
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Journals: VOICE and Kavi's Book of Stars</div>
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Dates: 10-16-2012 and 10-31-2013<br />
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<b>Welcome the Fall</b></div>
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(2012)</div>
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Mother Nature shows us the most majestic ways of death.</div>
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There’s no flood of tears to blur the beauty of the release…</div>
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Only a graceful letting go of dried up dreams in warmer colors.</div>
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There’s no painful screams to drown out the presence of the Fall…</div>
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Only whispers of wind to carry life scuffling along with new meaning.</div>
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She watches us too…in all our stubborn refusal of becoming.</div>
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Are we as frustrating as we feel, or does She share a similar awe?</div>
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Perhaps, in our Mother’s eyes, we are goldening in a fiery display...</div>
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Giving birth to new life in the midst of our own dying Autumn.</div>
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We stand our ground in the cold that surrounds us, warming what waits within.</div>
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We are aging together, side by side, like old friends.</div>
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She in her glory and we in our agony, reflections of each other.</div>
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We learn from each other our own catharsis, our own liberation,</div>
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And we let the old self go--in our own understanding of change…</div>
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Turning in season, we honor the harvest and welcome the Fall.</div>
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<b>Witches' New Year</b></div>
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The fire flush of Autumn </div>
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that signals Summer’s End</div>
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sets her affairs in order</div>
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to join her icy friend.</div>
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The Winter Witch is stirring,</div>
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As if a cauldron brews</div>
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The coldest winds awaiting,</div>
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and she transforms anew.</div>
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The flames of fall to ashes</div>
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In bonfires after dusk,</div>
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And bones are chilled to rattling</div>
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While drums beat dust to dust.</div>
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Ancestors, can you hear it?</div>
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The Dark Moon calls you here</div>
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Amongst the grateful living</div>
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For death is not to fear.</div>
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The sounds resound to tribute</div>
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The mortal song of all.</div>
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Whether in flesh or spirit,</div>
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We celebrate the Fall.</div>
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And as we gather warmly,</div>
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Remembering the past,</div>
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We gaze ahead in starlight</div>
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At what may come to pass.</div>
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Two months of inward quest.</div>
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For slowing pace we’re thankful;</div>
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For friends and family, blessed.</div>
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So shall the feasts of Winter,</div>
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In joyful gatherings,</div>
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Be fortunate and fruitful</div>
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To deliver us to Spring.</div>
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Disguises guide our loved ones</div>
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Between the veil that thins.</div>
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Whether in flesh or spirit,</div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-39153780347937918982013-09-03T18:21:00.001-07:002022-09-06T18:32:57.089-07:00The One that Flew Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Category: Recycled Visions<br />
Journals: The 2004 Venusian Octave (Music of the Spheres), Cup of Kavi<br />
Dates: 11-24-2004, 9-3-2013<br />
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I just woke up from my worst nightmare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I was happily pregnant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But after going to the bathroom, I saw blood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My first instinct, after telling my
husband, was to call my parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When I called them, my mom told me that Karen, my sister-in-law, had to
go back to the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
think they’re having their baby soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had been waiting for baby Bryce to be born so that I could tell my
family we were pregnant afterwards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We wanted Bryce to get all the attention he deserved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was their first baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first grandson for my parents.</div>
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Earlier that day I saw a female hummingbird in our
flowerbed, drinking nectar from our pink lantanas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s one of my primary totems, the totem of infinite joy
and illumination.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had been very
happy to see her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When my Aunt
Kathy heard that I had seen one, she told me she just talked to my parents and
that I should ask them about their own Hummingbird story.</div>
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So, on the phone with my parents, I asked them about the
Hummingbird.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dad told me that a
few hours ago he was outside and he saw a female hummingbird lying on the
ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was flapping her wings
a little, but she couldn’t seem to get up and fly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took her in his hand and went inside to show my mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he brought the hummingbird back
outside and she flew away.</div>
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I told him I saw Hummingbird a few hours before that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For both of us, it was the first
Hummingbird we’ve seen in our yards all year.</div>
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Then I told them what I was worried about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told them about the blood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told them about the week-long cramping
a few weeks ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told them I was
scared that I was about to miscarry our baby.</div>
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They told me I should get some sleep and see the doctor
tomorrow morning,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told me
they love me and they hope everything turns out okay.</div>
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After saying good night, I knew the night would be far from
good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I wouldn’t be able to
sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael suggested we go to
the ER.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He woke up Alyrica around
midnight and dropped her off at his mom’s house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he came back for me, we went to the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the way there, I began cramping
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was coming in waves of
pain from a few sharp stabs to a long dull ache.</div>
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When we got to the front desk, the lady asked what was
wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said, ‘I’m
pregnant.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, through a flood
of tears, I forced out the words, ‘but I’m bleeding and cramping.’</div>
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They brought me to a room and had me change into a gown and
lie down on a bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The TV was
on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was playing ‘The
Office’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole scene that
played out was about a woman who was pregnant and about to go into labor but was
trying to get her co-workers to distract her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was avoiding going to the hospital, and the father of
her baby was worried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just another
reminder that I should have gotten checked out sooner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially before I started telling our
friends that we were pregnant.</div>
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Nurse Natalie came in to set up an IV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was beautiful, Lebanese, and very
sweet…but like every nurse ever since I can remember, she couldn’t find a vein
and had to poke me multiple times before giving up and finding someone else to
do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s why I don’t like
needles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nurse Jean came in and
tried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t look as sweet as
Natalie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had permanently
pursed lips with frown lines and a deep wrinkle of irritation between her
brows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her why it was so
hard to find my veins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said it
was because I have freckles and pale skin.</div>
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Finally she got the IV in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A young male doctor and another nurse came in to ask me the
same questions two others had already asked me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then they had me scoot down in the bed for a pelvic exam,
which made the cramps worse.</div>
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Even with Michael by my side, holding my hand…I had trouble
focusing on anything but the pain inside me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I focused on anything outside of my body, it was always
on something that looked like it was straight out of a nightmare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve never been comfortable in
hospitals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t look at my
husband because I didn’t want to see his fear or let him see mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I focused, instead, on some metal
claw-like thing hanging almost directly over my head…or on the boxes of blue
nitrile gloves…or the harsh lights above me.</div>
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After the pelvic exam, the doctor asked if I was okay with
having them insert a catheter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
asked why.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said so they could
drain the urine from my bladder to take a sample for testing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked if it hurts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said it stings a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said no, I’d rather just pee in a
cup.</div>
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After they left, another guy comes in and asks if I need to
go pee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was all very confusing, so Michael helped me out of the
bed so we could find a bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There was blood on the white sheets.</div>
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With Michael’s help, I walked out of my room slowly while
holding my gown closed in the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Everyone looked at me strangely, like I had done something wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The guy who was just in our room rushed
over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Do you need
something?’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said ‘I thought I
was supposed to go to the bathroom.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He brought us back in the room saying, ‘Just wait here and someone will
come to take you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just stay in the
bed.’</div>
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I had some trouble getting back into the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I did, he left. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a while before anyone else came
in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the TV now it was
‘America’s Funniest Home Videos’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Alyrica loves that show.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
thought of her laughing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
watching clips of little kids doing funny things, but I couldn’t laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even if it could’ve made me laugh, it
would hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t even cough
or blow my nose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to just lie
there, clutching my lower abdomen, while I watched the audience laugh.</div>
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A lady came in and told us we were going to get an
ultrasound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wheeled my bed
through the halls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything was
lights and ceiling tiles, doors and signs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we got there, there was a woman in red scrubs with an
owl on the left of her chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
asked her name but she didn’t answer me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I hoped that she would be nice like all the others I knew with Owl
totems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have an Owl totem
myself, and I wanted to feel some kind of kinship with this lady because of
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was cold and seemed uncaring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She quickly lifted my gown and began
jabbing me with the ultrasound wand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It hurt a lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She seemed
impatient.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said my bladder
wasn’t full enough and she couldn’t get a good read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She brought me some water to drink and said I needed to keep
drinking as much as I could and she would be back to check on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her name again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said, ‘Linda’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked how long this would take and
she said probably another hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then she left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drank the
first glass of water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I
started cramping really hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was in a lot of pain and Michael got scared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it calmed down, I started drinking another glass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then they started again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was moaning loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were all alone in the ultrasound
room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Linda was gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael went to go look for her.</div>
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While they were gone I said prayers into my water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drank in the prayers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They came back and finally had someone
take us back to the ER.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nurse
Natalie hooked me up to some fluids in my IV to fill my bladder faster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked if this was my first
pregnancy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her I have a
daughter who will be 8 in January.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She asked if this was a planned pregnancy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said ‘Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
had been trying for over two years.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I started to cry, thinking about all of the failed attempts and all of
the effort and love and intent we had been putting into this for so many years
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Natalie said, ‘I’m sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If it makes you feel any better, I’ve
been trying for 6 years.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, it
didn’t really make me feel better to know that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know how painful each month can be in those times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s sad to think of so many women
having to go through the same disappointments, questioning themselves over and
over again, wondering what’s wrong with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cramps started taking control again.</div>
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Natalie gave me a pain pill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her if I had to take it, because I don’t usually
take pills for pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said I
didn’t have to but she suggested I should.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I did, because everything that had been done already was
against the natural way that I had hoped for with this pregnancy…from the fear
to the ultrasound…I didn’t feel I could fight it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in foreign territory.</div>
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The pain didn’t subside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It became constant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Michael had to leave, then, to go to the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he left, I felt blood begin to
flow between my legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I heard
pieces of the words of my 22-year-old self, and I had a vision of Phoenix
burning to ashes.</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bird of the Soul (2004)</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">“</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">The symbolism of the caged bird appears in much of women's
literature. And each time I encounter it in writing, my insides twist up a bit
and my throat gets tight with emotional tension.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I've always felt the wings of my words like they were
caged in my ribs...thumping out their message with my heartbeat as their
rhythm. And this phoenix within me cannot be forced through my voice and out of
my mouth, her wings are much too large. Instead she has found solace in the
openness of my mind, where she can fly to the highest heights and across the
boundless seas of a world that exists only in my perception. And though she was
once a gypsy spirit, she has found a home with me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And with her in mind, I can write like the wind. She knows
not how to write, or speak in language discernable to ears, but she knows what
she knows...and it's so much more than I have ever learned myself. Her stories,
her poetry, her birdsongs...I translate them through to my fingertips. And
there, in writing, lies my soul.”</span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Phoenix left me then in a rush of blood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A feeling of peace came over me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was sad, but there was a promise in
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all, Phoenix is a symbol
of rebirth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Michael returned to the room to find me still staring to
the left of the ceiling, where I saw what I saw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said, ‘It’s freezing in here.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked to him and said, ‘It was the baby.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He almost asked for clarification until
it dawned on him what it meant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>His face contorted with sadness, feeling the reality of the loss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We held each other for a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he helped me clean up some of the
blood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Nurse Natalie came back in to check on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked if I felt like my bladder was
full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said ‘I think so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t tell because there’s so much
blood, and the cramps, I’m having trouble understanding what my body is doing
right now.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said she would
come back in a few minutes to unhook the fluids and have someone bring me back
down to the ultrasound room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">We were there for a long time, just eye gazing…not knowing
what else to say besides ‘I love you.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Finally I could tell my bladder was really full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt like I was going to pee the
bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fluid in the drip was nearly
empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael went out to get
someone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Natalie unhooked me and a man named Chris came to take us
back to Linda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we got there,
the place was completely empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
couldn’t find Linda anywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
apologized many times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told him
it was okay, it was over anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He didn’t say anything more after that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He just brought me back up to our room and went to go find
Linda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael went to find
Natalie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The TV had a white-haired
evangelist on it reading scripture from the bible about death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Michael came back, I told him to
change the channel because it was too sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He changed it to the weather.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bright skies and sunny days ahead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I wouldn’t be seeing much of that weather for a
while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Another lady came in to bring us back to the ultrasound
room again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was beginning to be
able to predict which signs I would see next and how many bumps we would go
over before we would be back in the same ultrasound room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">In the room, Linda went through the same procedure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael told her that it hurt me when
she pressed really hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sure
she already knew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did what she
did anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was a little more
numb by then already…so I forgave her silently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">It took longer than I had hoped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each time she pressed, I felt like my bladder was going to
explode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she finally finished
with the first of the ultrasounds, she and Michael helped me off the bed and
into the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I lifted
my gown, my thighs were washed with blood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I peed into the cup for the urine sample, and I kept on
going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the longest pee I’ve
ever had in one sitting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each time
we thought it was just about over, it just kept going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it was over, Michael handed me
some wet paper towels to clean myself off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">When we went back in the room, they had to help me up on
top of the bed which now had a strange pillow in the middle to prop me up for
the next ultrasound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Linda had me
put a wand inside me this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then she moved it all around to take the next series of pictures…this
hurt even more than when she was pressing on my belly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">After all of that, she wheeled me out to the hall where we
waited for someone to take us back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>An African-American woman was wheeled into the hall then as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said, ‘Hi.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said, ‘How are you?’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Terrible.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Me
too.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I replied, hoping she was
not going through the same thing I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She said, ‘It’s okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ll
get through this together as a unit.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then we were wheeled away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As my bed passed hers, I held my hand up to reach out to her and she
grabbed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her hand was
shaking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt her fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then we were gone, down the long
hall again and back into the Emergency Room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">I was thinking about her all the way back to the
room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was all alone, no
husband there beside her to hold her hand and tell her he loved her and that
everything would be okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
going to get through this together as a unit, but I didn’t even know her name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I probably wouldn’t even see her
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hoped everything would
turn out better for her than it had for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">They told us it would take a while to get the results back
from the ultrasound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael and I
waited for a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He started to
fall asleep in the chair next to my bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>His head was hanging over the rail and I was stroking his hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a while, I woke him up and asked
him if he would get in the bed with me so we could fall asleep together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did, and though it was really only
big enough for one person…I told him to just melt into me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We made it work, and it was the first
time in the 6 hours we were there that felt comfortable to us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He fell asleep spooning me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried to sleep too…but was only going
in and out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Finally the young doctor came in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sat down in front of me at the side
of my bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael was waking up,
but still in a sleepy stupor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
told me afterwards that it was like waking up from a nightmare into a
nightmare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctor told us that
it was likely that we had a miscarriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He said there’s still a chance, but a
small one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told him calmly,
‘It’s okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I already know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The baby’s gone.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a subtlety in the expression
of his eyes that confirmed to me he, and everyone else, knew it too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was afraid to tell me when he walked
in, because I had been crying and very sad the whole time about what was
happening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t want me to
lose it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had been understood for hours
already.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had felt it happen,
after all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had already reached
the point of acceptance, though it still hurt deep down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">The doctor said we need to schedule a follow up to do the
same tests again in two days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I agreed, though I dreaded
coming back for the same procedures that left me feeling somewhat violated and
empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctor asked if we had
any questions for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked him
if I was going to be able to teach my class at 4:30pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said it depends on how I’m feeling,
but probably not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked him when
we could try again to have a child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He said probably after my next period.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael asked him the question that had been on both of our
minds, ‘Why did this happen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was
there anything we could have done to prevent this?’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctor replied, ‘You didn’t do anything wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most times it’s a chromosomal imbalance
and this is just the body’s way of flushing out an unhealthy pregnancy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not anyone’s fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These things just happen.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Nurse Natalie came back in to take out the IV after the
doctor said goodbye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her I
hope that she is able to conceive soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She thanked me, and we left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">On the way home, we saw the sliver of the waning crescent
moon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a reminder of endings
that ushered in new beginnings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">When we got home, I started feeling sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I opened the car door and my vision
started to blur.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sounds of the
morning started to cut out and were replaced by a loud draining sound, like
water rushing through pipes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
fell to my knees on the grass before Michael could come around to catch
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt the morning dew on my
legs and put my head down to try to stop myself from passing out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael wanted me to get back in the
car so he could take me back to the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I refused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
told him I had to get in our bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He helped me up and I started to walk toward our stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything was starting to feel very
heavy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sounds around us were
still muffled in my ears by the loud rushing sound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The morning grew darker as I climbed the stairs with
Michael’s help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was determined
to get to my bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started to see
what looked like a black hole in front of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got to the top of the stairs, feeling dizzy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I was about to faint but
couldn’t talk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michael fumbled
with the keys and finally got the door open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He caught me as I started to fall again to my knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My right knee hit the concrete of the
stairs and our cats flooded out of our door, passing by me to get outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I blacked out for a moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I came back, Michael was pulling
me up and inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started
walking down the hall to our bedroom as fast as I could…the sound in my ears
was terribly loud and I knew I had to lay down to make it stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got to the bed and Michael helped me
take off my shoes and my clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He covered me up and got me some water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember asking him to call John to see if he could
substitute for my class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t
remember much after that, I went right to sleep once Michael started making
calls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">When I woke up, it was the afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was the worst nightmare I’d ever
had, I thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got up to go to
the bathroom and noticed the bandages on my arm and the hospital
bracelets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reality set in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t a nightmare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-37760093377051062862013-08-26T11:08:00.000-07:002013-08-26T11:08:17.984-07:00Kavi's Vivid Dream Journeys: Speaker for the SoulCategory: Recycled Visions<br />
Journal: Dream Journal<br />
Date: 8-25/26-2013<br />
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Aug 25-26 Dream:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Speaker for the Soul</div>
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I had been called upon to perform a soul release ceremony
for four young adults who died in a car crash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am not sure who set it up for me to do this, because all
of the families involved seemed very confused and, at first, a bit leery of
what it was that I was supposed to be doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Perhaps it was the souls, themselves, that moved me into
this position?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember
thinking to myself while talking with the families and understanding that they
had no idea what it was I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“So, you’re like a Speaker for the Dead?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A brother of one of the deceased asked after I told them it
wasn’t going to be your typical funeral service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It’s similar, I suppose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I’m more like a Speaker for the Soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The soul lives on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Death is of the body.”</div>
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I began asking the families about different images and
messages that kept coming up about each of the four who had passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In medicine wheel formation, four
totems spoke up for me to translate to the living:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Butterfly in the East, Rattlesnake in the South, Swan in the
West, and Tortoise in the North.</div>
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I decided to start with Butterfly, who spoke to my own
Butterfly totem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Who would be the
one who was very colorful and underwent a significant transformation in their
life?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A father and mother looked
at each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mother’s eyes
watered and she covered her mouth, so the father spoke up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“That was our daughter, Chloe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was our artist, always painting
colorful flowers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She always said
her favorite color was ‘rainbow’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There was a difficult time in her life when she was addicted to drugs,
we felt like we didn’t know her anymore…like she was a completely different
person, or…like she wasn’t even there anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she got clean, about a year ago, and the change was very
significant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was absolutely
vibrant afterwards, still the little girl we raised…but also this beautiful
young woman we were just meeting for the first time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were so proud of her.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He choked up and tried to hold back a flood of emotions.</div>
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“Does it make sense to you that she would speak to me as a
Butterfly?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mother looked at me with wide
eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I used to call her my
Flutterby when she was a little girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She was always flitting from flower to flower in my garden, touching
each one with her finger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
so precious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The butterflies
seemed to love her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I see
them in my garden, I always think of her.”</div>
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I nodded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“There was another who went through a significant transformation, but
wouldn’t be described as colorful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Someone who physically blended in with their surroundings but could
command attention with their voice?”</div>
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“That sounds like Hunter.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A young mother holding a toddler said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He joined the Marines after he
graduated from high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
served two tours battling insurgents and protecting Iraqis in the war.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was constant fighting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was suffering from post-traumatic
stress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He couldn’t sleep, he was
depressed, and he began drinking more heavily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of his initial requests for help were ignored.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He decided to give up on seeking
help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He watched other Marines
around him behave like zombies on their medication, some of his friends had
committed suicide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t want
to become like them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told me he
had to keep our baby, Hope, in mind when he would feel himself slipping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then somewhere along the lines, he
began using marijuana because it was the only thing that helped him relax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shortly after, he failed a surprise
drug test and was discharged without honors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He appealed, after his release, and they eventually changed
it to an honorable discharge after determining that his plea for help had been
ignored.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even still, he was
battling his personal demons at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He refused help at first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was so angry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’d be
very quiet for long periods of time…but then something would set him off and he
would lash out verbally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He never
hurt us physically…but he would yell a lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt like he didn’t want me around him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He would hibernate in his room in the
basement, and I would just take care of Hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For a while, it felt like he never really came home…there
was just a ghost of him living in our basement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was afraid to talk to him most times because I didn’t want
him to snap at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One night, I
did go downstairs to tell him that Hope said her first word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought he’d be happy to hear that
she said ‘Dada’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw him sitting
there in his chair with his gun in his mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It scared me and I screamed at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He came to me and held me on the
stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He agreed that he needed
help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the first time we’d
really talked since he was home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was the first time I felt him again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did get help after that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They found that he had suffered a brain injury as a
repercussion of a bomb exploding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They treated him for that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And he went to therapy to work though some of the things he saw while in
Iraq.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was starting to get
better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And now he’s gone.”</div>
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“It’s Rattlesnake who speaks for him.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her as the rest of her family
huddled around her while she sobbed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The father nodded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“My boy
loved snakes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could tell you
anything you wanted to know about them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He’s been catching them since he was a kid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always made us laugh that his mother was so afraid of them.”</div>
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“And who would be the graceful, intuitive one?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Someone who was very emotionally in
tune with others, and perhaps had musical talent?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked.</div>
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“That was Bridget Grace, my daughter.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A woman holding a white veil in her
hands spoke up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“This was my veil
when I married her father, and she was going to wear it at her wedding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Liam, the one who was driving, had
recently asked her to marry him…and they were on their way home after taking
Chloe and Hunter out to dinner to tell them the good news.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chloe was going to be her maid of
honor, and Hunter was going to be the best man. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so happy for Bridget; she’s been in love with Liam
since they were teenagers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
were such a cute couple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wrote
a lot of love songs about him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
was going to sing one she had just wrote at their wedding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The last time I talked with her, she
sang it to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was so
beautiful, it made me cry.”</div>
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“She comes to me as a Swan.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s her.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her mother replied with a sad
smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“She also played the
violin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has a swan feather
attached to her bow.”</div>
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“And the Tortoise must be Liam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was he a very patient, peaceful person?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked.</div>
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“Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
very thoughtful; focused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He never
rushed into anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had been
planning out his life with Bridget since he first met her.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Liam’s brother answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I would always try to push him to make
bigger moves, but he knew what he was doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He couldn’t be rushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He meant to have his whole life secure before he popped the question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He just bought a house, and that was
the last step he meant to make before asking Bridget to be his wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had everything together, always,
more than anyone I ever knew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
was so wise and careful, I thought he would outlive us all.”</div>
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“He was very much like a tortoise.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His mother added.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He was our rock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always so grounded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The most trustworthy person, it’s hard
to believe anything could happen to them with him behind the wheel.”</div>
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“It was an accident, honey.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her husband hugged her while she cried into his chest.</div>
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“What will you do in this ceremony?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The brother asked me.</div>
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“I’m here to guide their souls into the afterlife.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And to help you all to grieve and release.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ceremony is as much a celebration of
their lives here with all of you as it is an initiation into their next
journey.”</div>
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<br />Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-72513369110863658882013-01-03T22:47:00.001-08:002013-01-03T22:48:58.815-08:00States of Alyrica: 70 Quotes Before Age 7<br />
Category: Memory Collection<br />
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Date: Began on 12-18-09<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">States of Alyrica: </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">70 Quotes Before Age 7</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";"><i>Alyrica has a lot to say. It may not all make sense right now,
but then...she gets that from her mother.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">1. "Where's my Beebo? There it
is! It's in the belly pocket." (7-29-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">2. "He jumped into the
night!" (10-26-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">3. "You've got strong
eyebrows." (10-30-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">4. "I can't wear YOUR arms.
Your arms are TOO long. I might trip on YOUR arms." (11-28-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">5. "I don't like that dirty
banana." (11-29-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">6. "Your socks look just like
my life." (12-09-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">7. "May. You. Get. A. Robot.
Ballerina. Food?" (12-17-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5F963AerxdHw2qnwGLM8mbxqh1pd2oiCKZt97HVzrw0oUgX5KKP7VrSRe4lWM3WDQ0NmSxZV5PTqL2sb0VA72EX75S-S2UDh59-R4BnjuZiFhsHf3B5xVoFRC9-pg3nAZNP6I-jPiz7U/s1600/10531_161433446145_2466308_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5F963AerxdHw2qnwGLM8mbxqh1pd2oiCKZt97HVzrw0oUgX5KKP7VrSRe4lWM3WDQ0NmSxZV5PTqL2sb0VA72EX75S-S2UDh59-R4BnjuZiFhsHf3B5xVoFRC9-pg3nAZNP6I-jPiz7U/s320/10531_161433446145_2466308_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">8. "Your hair is all
eerie." (12-20-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">9. "The spit in my mouth got
so gooey when you turned that water on." (12-23-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">10. "The big girl taking a
bath...she's a fish." (12-23-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">11. "My leg goes all the way
to my butt!" (12-23-09)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">12. "If you eat my skin, there
will be some bones talking to you." (1-3-2010)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">13. "Mama put me all
caked!" (1-5-2010)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">14. "Oh my MOM!"
(1-28-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">15. "Mom, do you love kickin'
butts?" (2-8-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">16. "You're my special good
friend, guys. You're my buddies." (2-13-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">17. "May I run up and down the
hallway so I can air out my little butty?" (2-19-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">18. "I was dancing my
teeth." (4-1-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">19. "I'm gonna be a
pizza!" (4-1-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">20. "I don't wanna cuddle,
it's not my time!" (4-22-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-fBU5-MPMMKjcPA9XuCmUKhh3UQmGU5lmk45vZlYhyphenhyphenl1MmZC3CdRTMyzLuZKa92w_6F1e65W2usJKttq66BOPSQDUHGS03_nZwopcrVxZD8ruzOkB16-GLTiFvKAJOj9sUfK5UzIOOKx/s1600/34283_398050041145_3363162_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-fBU5-MPMMKjcPA9XuCmUKhh3UQmGU5lmk45vZlYhyphenhyphenl1MmZC3CdRTMyzLuZKa92w_6F1e65W2usJKttq66BOPSQDUHGS03_nZwopcrVxZD8ruzOkB16-GLTiFvKAJOj9sUfK5UzIOOKx/s320/34283_398050041145_3363162_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">21. "Don't be a Badland...be a
good land! Don't be pointy hills...just be grass." (6-3-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">22. Sleepy Lyra:
"What're you doing?" Mama: "Wakin' your butt up."
Sleepy Lyra: "Maybe my butt needs some privacy sleeping."
(6-22-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">23. "My snot just took my
dreams away again." (7-3-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">24. "Now eat my foot.
It's not stinky...it's a radish." (7-24-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">25. "I have sleeping
arms." (8-20-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">26. "Wow! I sure did
poop! That's a big ol' poop!" (8-21-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">27. "You've got a case of the
sick conga line." (8-30-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">28. "I always thought that if
I eat poop, then I would turn into a poop." (9-2-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">29. "You squeezed the pee
outta me." (9-4-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">30. "Maybe it was
fartaroni." (9-18-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEE2-keThqgfo8WtxNZCj1lIZkYmCu2IKJESaBN4XQuzg2Lr7z2oO-JxZRLqgUNVJLxH6KVm6VQ5x4tJw1OHvtFr1d-JDbNkMMtg8TNSfl6ax4lknQqzmlaRqItqpggjfr-LWG4bL_B6gs/s1600/34283_398050026145_5663446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEE2-keThqgfo8WtxNZCj1lIZkYmCu2IKJESaBN4XQuzg2Lr7z2oO-JxZRLqgUNVJLxH6KVm6VQ5x4tJw1OHvtFr1d-JDbNkMMtg8TNSfl6ax4lknQqzmlaRqItqpggjfr-LWG4bL_B6gs/s320/34283_398050026145_5663446_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">31. Lyra: "His name is
Chip because his butt looks like a chocolate chip. Mama: "What
about this one? His butt looks like a butterscotch chip."
Lyra: "His name is Dale." (9-19-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">32. "Michael! Look at my
belly!" (11-5-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">33. Mama: "We don't hit. It's
not okay to hit anyone." Lyra: "But it IS okay for me to punch
Uncle Jared...especially when he's not looking...Uncle Jared is the only one I
can hit." Mama: "Well...yeah, I guess that's all right. But
nobody else." (11-6-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">34. "I flew him away like the
west wind...like Zephyr." (11-7-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">35. "My pits are closed
now." (12-13-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">36. "Hey guys! Good
news! My tummy doesn't hurt anymore because I pooped!" (12-26-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">37. "Zephyr! Don't lick
your butt! It doesn't taste very good!" (12-30-10)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">38. Cuddly Mama: "How'd you
get so sweet? Were you always this sweet?" Cuddly Lyra:
"Uh-huh...like Peaches." (1-19-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">39. "That sound looks
beautiful, Mama." (1-26-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ESwt4t9_JmpjYs0rI0g4cCe3P77dxI-4EVI0u-wlkwC8vs-wsXerD0BnwM3kxJwvxl-Z1lUZq585dzhO0Q_7y3EGvlspHWvxwSKY5HcWkU7m394Wp1C8aqiQhhqq3PeixfqpXI_nQzGZ/s1600/270988_10150221040751146_8123806_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ESwt4t9_JmpjYs0rI0g4cCe3P77dxI-4EVI0u-wlkwC8vs-wsXerD0BnwM3kxJwvxl-Z1lUZq585dzhO0Q_7y3EGvlspHWvxwSKY5HcWkU7m394Wp1C8aqiQhhqq3PeixfqpXI_nQzGZ/s320/270988_10150221040751146_8123806_n.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">40. "It's pretty warm in your
hands. Can my feet stay there through the night?" (1-31-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">41. Lyra, after her first drink of
Root Beer: "I burped!" Mike: "Did it taste
like root beer?" Lyra: "YEAH!" (2-8-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">42. "What a static fuzz I
am!" (2-9-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">43. "My butt is a full moon
that got cut down the middle." (2-13-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">44. "Excuse me. I farted
a bubble." (2-18-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">45. (Lyra to Mike) "You're a
fart alec!" (3-1-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">46. "Zenya is a cutie too.
She's actually precious." (3-1-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">47. "Uncle Jared is just like
a whack-a-mole." (3-21-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">48. "I wish I had a pink
mohawk." (3-21-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">49. "I'm gonna get that
invisible ninja!" (4-11-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">50. (With 'cowgirl' accent)
"Livin' on the farm is soooooooo piggy!", "I been doin' it!
For 'bouta HUUUUUNdred years, I been doin' it!", and "Yeeee
HAW! Weee-hoo-shh...a baba!" (Spring 2011)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">51. (Lyra, to Mike) "You
look...just like an ordinary dad." (6-24-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">52. (After we had to explain what
'granny panties' were...) "And Michael, you wear daddy panties. And
Zeph...he wears fuzz panties." (6-24-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRhqfANhXuKAFohvGWkoNw23MohXABLVeLq6IYD_wqh6fdfjaEPrh42H9rRwhUYUmS_en6Dg9qZhzenqQn2MeA-5yq1DMoW6OHgQ_RNZeedj5dpuAUtbznEXH4_VNY9IWwbLeqIyntxx8/s1600/267864_10150225590126146_7196218_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRhqfANhXuKAFohvGWkoNw23MohXABLVeLq6IYD_wqh6fdfjaEPrh42H9rRwhUYUmS_en6Dg9qZhzenqQn2MeA-5yq1DMoW6OHgQ_RNZeedj5dpuAUtbznEXH4_VNY9IWwbLeqIyntxx8/s320/267864_10150225590126146_7196218_n.jpg" width="180" /></a><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">53. Lyra (as Snowflake, her stuffed
kitty, after hiding in Mike's shirt): "Hey, what's the worst thing
about bein' in a guy's shirt? It's too hairy for a cat!" (7-4-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">54. Lyra: "What're you
doing?" Mama: "Having a sore neck. What're you
doing? Having a snotty nose?" Lyra: "Yep.
Bein' Snot-a-rilla." (7-6-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">55. "Ah want to pleh with mah
monkehs." (7-7-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">56. "I have a food moustache.
(Dramatic pause) I ate it." (7-8-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">57. "Silly punk!"
(7-9-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">58. "...because you are a
Dorcas Queen!" (7-9-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">59. Mama (with Mike, as he turns
off Alyrica's light): "Okay. Good-night. I love you."
Lyra: "I love you too, you dorcasies!" (7-9-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">60. "That stinkness is
freakin' out my nose!" (7-25-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">61. "A jungle gym is what you
are, but your name is just Mike." (7-25-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">62. "I peed hot pee
today!" (9-17-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">63. "Ani was whackin'
Zephyr!" (9-17-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">64. Lyra: "Can you get
me a butt-smeller so I can smell my own stinkness?" Mama: "No."
Lyra: "Why?" (Fall '11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">65. "The cat food bag makes
cats think they are in a food wonderland." (Fall '11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">66. "That yucked me out!"
(12-7-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Bvbe_HjM7gszmrp0pjvkCMesFmLIMvF_tbBSl0R6kCyRe5_Gyhow9R7Fs6H71ShL4M3OcEa2oV55YfusKFXEhTv_pNcX_dY1LaQDaDO3PvuP7bv5G5k6kCMuRuiD2MD0ysp0MW6H5L84/s1600/378577_10150979603986146_440821241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Bvbe_HjM7gszmrp0pjvkCMesFmLIMvF_tbBSl0R6kCyRe5_Gyhow9R7Fs6H71ShL4M3OcEa2oV55YfusKFXEhTv_pNcX_dY1LaQDaDO3PvuP7bv5G5k6kCMuRuiD2MD0ysp0MW6H5L84/s320/378577_10150979603986146_440821241_n.jpg" width="180" /></a><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">67. Lyra: "I'm a
spirit." Mama: "What kind of spirit are you?" Lyra:
"I'm the spirit that makes your mind work and makes your eyes see."
(12-22-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">68. "Hello. My name is
Doo Hickey. I like to make music." (12-29-11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">69. While driving by a curious
Christmas display in my hometown, Alyrica muses: "Those people just
like to take care of their plastic Jesus, so they put a plastic tent on
him!" (1-1-12)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande";">70. I told Michael I was invited to
a women-only hot tub party. Then Alyrica said to him, "Daddy, maybe you
can have an all-men's sausage party." *hysterical laughter ensued from my
husband and me, especially me* Then Michael said, "Well, I hope not."
Alyrica said, "Why?" Michael responded, "Uhhhhh..." (We
realized afterwards, she thought I was invited to a 'hot dog party').
(5-9-12)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-55371690673918506782012-11-30T22:58:00.000-08:002012-11-30T22:59:11.550-08:00AdulthoodCategory: Soul-of-Thought Revival<br />
Journal: Cup of Kavi<br />
Date: 11-30-2012<br />
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She realized, then, that every adult ever was always just a
child playing their own idea of what the role of an adult must be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coupling and playing ‘house’, fighting
when your authority is tested, making money, making love, making babies, making
conversation…setting the scene for a three act play called ‘Adulthood’.</div>
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In the first act, we walk in blindly…our character making
assumptions based on what they’ve seen in their formative years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Conflict arises.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Character is tested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Choices are made according to the plot
of our story intermingling with other people’s plots and motives…and the story
shifts into new territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reality
sets in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Priorities take the place
of exploration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our
super-objectives become clearer to the audience…and, if we’re self-aware enough,
to ourselves.</div>
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In the second act, the stage transforms from proscenium to
thrust and our stories become more intimate and recognizable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>True love may enter the picture, or
working class hardship, or a health crisis…something we’ve all seen before from
the balcony seat but never truly experienced until then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We become aware that there is something
greater than us running the fly rail, manning the curtains, and giving the
cues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We wonder why <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">this</i> is our story, and if it was truly
our own choices that made it a comedy or a drama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the while, the action rises.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First act dilemmas come up again and again to deal with and,
perhaps, finally address responsibly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We shift again, still the child but now with some experience on what it
means to be an adult.</div>
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The final act of this play is stripped down to
minimalism…the world is now your stage and your story plays out like
theatre-in-the-round.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The audience
knows you well by now as you walk amongst them, interacting like old
friends…familiar like family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your
character is set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You either
satisfy your super-objective or not…it doesn’t really matter either way because
the end is approaching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
whether or not your story has a happy ending isn’t for you to decide once the
curtain closes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The audience will
form their opinions on your performance, but that doesn’t really matter
either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you’ve given it your
best effort, learned something in the falling action, and shared some moral by
example…you’ve played your part as an adult.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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At the curtain call, when all the audience swells with
tears, or laughter, or applause…you take your final bow, and only then do they
see you as you really are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
were an actor all along.</div>
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Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-37968223584218385182012-11-25T10:20:00.001-08:002012-11-25T10:20:46.640-08:00Balcony Theatre: In the Plums<!--StartFragment-->
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">While pregnant with Alyrica, and during the first year of her life, we lived at Tudor Heights apartments in Omaha. Since I had a pretty reclusive existence as a new mother, I spent a lot of time writing outside on the balcony. Occasionally, I would just write whatever I saw happening below. I called those writings 'Balcony Theatre' and they mostly centered around the trouble-making children that hung out in the courtyard. This was the last scene I wrote from my balcony perch, 6 years ago, when I finally learned the real names of the bullies that were often the antagonists of each scene.</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Category: Recycled Scenes</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Journal: </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">VOICE (unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought)</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Date: 11-11-2006</span></span></i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Balcony
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">"In
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">On the ground floor, there is no balcony for
protection. The adults that live on that level of danger have become hardened
over time and seem to have lost a little something of sanity. Across the way, a
thirty-something black man in an over-large t-shirt and mesh shorts, hanging
precariously under his boxered butt, opened his screen door and sauntered
outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“India!” He bellowed toward the group of four girls
at the bottom of the hill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The youngest of them ran up the hill to him. She
seemed to be tattling something to him which I could not make out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I tol’ you not to be messin’ ‘round with that Jade
‘n’ Elijah!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I didn’t!” She replied before going inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The guy just stood there, staring off into the
distance like a cat in a litter box while he alternately, mindlessly it would
seem, scratched his butt and belly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The three girls, still at the bottom of the hill in
front of our balcony, whispered amongst themselves. Each of them were posing
their preteen bodies in womanly ways, shifting their weight from leg to leg
with arms crossed under the tiny bumps of their breasts or hands on hips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">An old Indian woman passed them on the sidewalk,
looking like a walking contradiction that has become so commonplace in this
modern age. Swathed in bright-patterned cloths, she was talking in her native
tongue on a tiny cell phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The long-legged black girl, whom we only know by
the name we saw fit for her—Jiggles, started after the woman. “Hey! Can I use
that cell phone?” She interrupted obnoxiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The Indian woman, out of annoyance or a limited
knowledge of English one couldn’t be sure, ignored the girl and continued on as
she was. Jiggles, determined, continued to ask anyway and followed the woman
out-of-sight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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behind to watch, and started squawking obscenities like a mother bird who’s
spotted a cat too close to her nest. Her head circled around on her neck while
one hand held her hip. She waved her other hand back and forth in their faces
holding up her index finger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I din’t do nuthin’ to yo’ finger, psycho! Don’t be
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">She extended her arm to show him her finger. He
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skinny legs and he fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Apparently he didn’t
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this with a smug grin, stepped back in surprise. “You just kicked him in the
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hours to Stick Legs, he writhed and howled as he held his hands between his
legs. Old Kid, still standing back for fear of his own jewels being crushed,
just watched without bothering to help. The black man, near enough to help the
kid, went on scratching and watching the spectacle with hardly a reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and grabbed her hand. Again, without warning, she kicked him hard between the
legs and ran off yelling, “Never mess wit’ my fam’ly again!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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scratching, watched Skinny take off and then looked back to Stick Legs doubled
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael and I discussed something last night brought up by one of his co-workers...and it made me understand something clearer that I have put off pin-pointing about myself for some time. In some cases (certainly not all, as there have been studies to show otherwise), procrastination is a side-effect of perfectionism...especially when it is a very important project that has no clear deadline. The thought spawned the memory of me at age 8, after much praise from my teacher, Mrs. Dorothy Lane, about my writing ability. I set it in my head, then, that I would 'one day' write a book. From that day forward, I was always writing...whether it was poetry, prose, plays, or papers...it became my most fluid craft and my most preferred avenue of communication. It became my voice. Much different than my speaking voice...I could always find the precise words and phrases and evoke the images on the page that were nearly exact to what my head was conjuring. As a young girl, I would often start writing what I thought would be my first novel. I began by cutting photos out of my teen magazines and making a character list that would help me to flesh out the people and the plot that would bring their story from introduction to conclusion. But I never really got past the first few chapters because once I stopped writing, it was nearly impossible to continue with the same flow once I came back to it. It wasn't something I could just force myself to do. So, my closet was often littered with these beginnings-without-endings...my own version of 'skeletons in the closet'. But I sure did write a lot of poetry, and I still do. It does give me a sense of accomplishment to condense a big idea into a poem, because my mind lets me finish it in one sitting. But a poem is not a book...so it's not necessarily linked to my childhood expectations. And now (22 years later), while I have many ideas began and waiting to see if they will be what that first book should be...the only things I seem to finish are blogs and blips about current astrological happenings. I can finish them because each transit has a deadline...and if I don't write it by or near that deadline, then it's old news and doesn't apply. And, I realize I need those deadlines to spur me into creative action and productivity. But, I've tried giving myself deadlines for the bigger ideas...the ones that should be books...and since I'm the boss where that is concerned, I sabotage my own efforts and undermine my own authority with procrastination and paralysis...all excuses to delay the quality of work my inner child expects of me. Anyway...all of this reminded me of this story I wrote many years ago to explain my brain and its strange quirks. Here is a blast from the past, entitled 'My Head'.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This short story was first written when I was 21. I wrote it with an appropriate cast of characters for that time in my life. Later, when I was 25, I re-wrote it and changed up most of the characters to reflect the change I had made between those years. My reason for the re-write was because I needed to write a bio for a writer's group I was attending that year. I thought a bio in story form would be more appropriate for such a thing. If I edited it again, for how I am now...perhaps many of the characters would change again...but I think I'll keep it as is, because it's certainly close enough (especially the pregnant lady).</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She pointed to the three chimps typing away feverishly on typewriters. One of them was smoking a large cigar that had “It’s a boy!” crossed out and replaced by “It’s not Hamlet!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow.” I said. “What are they doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Harry’s your script writer, Cephus records your memories, and Bugsy cranks out your ideas. They’re working overtime.” She suddenly glared at me menacingly. “They’re ALWAYS working overtime.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I laughed nervously. “So, uh, when’s the due date for…uh, junior there?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Any day now.” She said with a pained look on her face.<br /><br />"Thank God."<br /><br />"Thanks God!" they all shouted in unison.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The mother came a bit closer and motioned for me to lean in. I put my ear by her tiny mouth and she roared, “GET THIS THING OUTTA ME!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yikes!” I yelped, jumping back with my ears still ringing. “Take it easy!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The raving lunatic clapped his hands and jumped, repeating “Get this thing outta me!”<br /><br />"So, hippie chick, lemme guess...you're my spirituality?"<br /><br />"Not exactly. That's the gypsy lady’s area." She said, which cued the gypsy to pull out her tarot cards and show me ‘The Hermit’. Then the hippie got in downward facing dog position and looked at me through her legs and explained, "I'm your sex drive."<br /><br />"You look pretty tame to be in charge of my libido. I guess I would’ve expected that dominatrix lady over there or something." I admitted.<br /><br />"You're a little more flexible than bondage and ball-gags would allow, wouldn't you agree?" She folded herself up into a prayer posture, then winked. "Besides, I'm an animal in the sack."<br /><br />"Here, here!" They all cheered.<br /><br />The nerdy guy in the back stood up and squeaked, "I wouldn't know. I'm a virgin."<br /><br />Everyone pointed and laughed.<br /><br />"Laugh if you want, but I'm the only purity in your head." He snorted and adjusted his glasses.<br /><br />"And what are you, my conscience?"<br /><br />"He's the bastard that makes you love. I’m your conscience." Said the lady in latex, holding a leash attached to a scrawny guy who was gagged and kneeling at her feet.<br /><br />"And who is he?"<br /><br />"This little bitch is your impulses." she said, and he impulsively pinched her latexed butt cheek. She cracked her whip at him. “Down boy!”<br /><br />"I see. So is there any way that we can redistribute the job situation?"<br /><br />A resounding 'NO' from the crowd.<br /><br />"Why not?"<br /><br />"The Observer gave us these jobs. She works in mysterious ways. And we each had to sign a contract." said the little mismatched girl.<br /><br />"Who are you supposed to be? The voice of God?"<br /><br />She shook her head. "No, I'm the voice of confusion." She smiled brightly, exposing only two teeth.<br /><br />"Well. God's crazy." I told her.<br /><br />"Here, here!" they cheered.<br /><br />"So you've all met this so-called Observer then?"<br /><br />They nodded.<br /><br />"Well, who is it?"<br /><br />Just then, the toddler with a slobbery chin and disheveled hair started slapping the floor and carrying on like a monkey, and everyone started wedging themselves back into my brain in a single file line. When everyone was in, she kicked the brain back into my head. Then the toddler did a little dance and gave a brief bow before she leaped back into my skull.<br /><br />I took that as a sign from God that I should reseal my head. So I did. Then I washed the brain juice off the plate and made myself a sandwich.</span></span></span></span></div>
Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-82934461646241055232012-08-19T08:22:00.002-07:002012-08-19T08:35:41.674-07:00States of Alyrica: DaughterCategory: Recycled Visions<br />
Journal: Earth Mother<br />
Date: 8-17-2012<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Daughter</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">by Felina Lune Kavi</span></div>
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She is a rainbow after a heavy storm,</div>
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A message from the sky.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS84_5oggSRp3lVWyLY61rSeZ-M5KMSG4NN3PIp9ux1R12WF1ySJJEkxN37xx8fb8-PIHH6g-HXgiLvuE4EpAlnkOQ5ovnXl-Zj0lUpoAQuyM9SlAaiC1C7PthL9KkoCJO51JlKJ1NIDBs/s1600/0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS84_5oggSRp3lVWyLY61rSeZ-M5KMSG4NN3PIp9ux1R12WF1ySJJEkxN37xx8fb8-PIHH6g-HXgiLvuE4EpAlnkOQ5ovnXl-Zj0lUpoAQuyM9SlAaiC1C7PthL9KkoCJO51JlKJ1NIDBs/s320/0031.jpg" width="213" /></a>The gift of love and light that shines,</div>
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Within my daughter’s eye.</div>
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She is daybreak after a long dark night,</div>
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A soul to guide my own.</div>
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The inspiration to reinvent my life,</div>
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The promise I’m not alone.</div>
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She is a butterfly’s wing in its first flight,</div>
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The bliss of dreams come true.</div>
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A radiant beauty that breaks the mold,</div>
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A vision of something new.</div>
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She is the voice of truth above the chaotic din,</div>
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The clarity of love transcending.</div>
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The wisdom that whispers the joys of each moment,</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqy_I3aYtbb14_Il6cGCdanjd2tJPlCO4j-XPKhXpk7goC16-02FzPWotqhvz63Ze_zrtOyEIhTkNd0aF_HVkF2j-SwAsELObtinDz5yHJBi0UxmvVKkGyKwJrwY1ocrgAj65LXQDOjJa/s1600/0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqy_I3aYtbb14_Il6cGCdanjd2tJPlCO4j-XPKhXpk7goC16-02FzPWotqhvz63Ze_zrtOyEIhTkNd0aF_HVkF2j-SwAsELObtinDz5yHJBi0UxmvVKkGyKwJrwY1ocrgAj65LXQDOjJa/s320/0087.jpg" width="208" /></a>and that life is never-ending.</div>
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She is a beautiful songbird in our family’s tree,</div>
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Expressing harmony and grace.</div>
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A powerful resonance to uplift the spirit,</div>
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And spread smiles to every face.</div>
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She is an abundance of laughter that dissipates fear,</div>
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The freedom to clear the air.</div>
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The joyful surprises that stir up a silence,</div>
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An invitation to be more aware.</div>
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She is a medium channeling spiritual insight,</div>
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A crystal ball of what can be.</div>
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A mirror of the energy surrounding her,</div>
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A window so that we may see.</div>
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She is wisps of clouds across a bright blue sky,</div>
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Imagination's impetus to soar.</div>
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A newly discovered land offering opportunities,</div>
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The relief of an open door.</div>
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She is a fairy transforming a skeptic’s heart,</div>
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Enlightenment in clear view.</div>
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The reflection of a soul’s rejuvenation,</div>
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Like an early morning dew.</div>
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She is a constellation of stars in the night,</div>
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The music of the spheres.</div>
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A storyteller in abstract languages,</div>
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Who reveals why we are here.</div>
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<br />Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-5027031271710617082012-07-26T20:30:00.002-07:002012-07-26T20:36:00.739-07:00States of Alyrica: The Bedtime Uprising<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Journal: Earth Mother</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Date: 7-26-12</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Bedtime Uprising:</b></span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Initiation into the Age of Reason</span></b><br />
<i>by Felina Lune Kavi</i><br />
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“You guys just woke me up.” Alyrica said from the crack of her
bedroom door. </div>
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I paused the movie and went into
the hallway. When I opened her
door, she was standing there, subtly showing me what sleepy should look
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“How did we wake you up?” I asked, observing the Shel Silverstein
book on her bed behind her, curiously bookmarked with a marker pen that hadn’t
been there when I read her a bedtime poem an hour before.</div>
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“Well,
what are you guys doing anyway?”
She asked.</div>
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“We
were watching a movie. Was it too
loud?”</div>
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“Yeah.” She agreed with the first excuse I
presented her.</div>
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“Was
Zen in here with you?”</div>
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“Well,
she was when I just opened the door.”</div>
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“Was
she the one reading this book then?”
I said as I picked up the book from her bed.</div>
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Even
in the soft nightlights I could see my daughter’s eyes glimmer with mischief
followed by an impish grin that was poised to agree with an even more
delightful excuse.</div>
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Before
she could reply with a crafty tale of cat shenanigans, I went on. “Or was it you who was reading this
book in bed?”</div>
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She’d
been found out, and she knew it.
The impish grin went sheepish. “It was me.” She admitted, “and I just put a marker in there so I
wouldn’t lose my place.”</div>
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“So
you weren’t actually sleeping were you?”
I said, forever now being the mother and bringing it all back to a
lesson.</div>
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“No.” She smiled again.</div>
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“So
it wasn’t actually us who woke you up, right?”</div>
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“Right.” She said, understanding where I was
going with this. “I’m sorry.”</div>
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“It’s
okay. Get back in bed, please.”</div>
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She
hopped into her bed and wiggled under the covers. I snuggled up to her and kissed her forehead.</div>
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She
sang, softly and sweetly, a song of her own creation…singing herself a
goodnight with visions of our solar system dancing above her head…and in the
center, the mother, our Sun.</div>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-13243773197287694342012-02-13T10:12:00.000-08:002012-02-13T12:20:37.644-08:00Human-Animal Telepathy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "><h1 class="b-singlepost-title" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: small;">category: soul-of-thought revival</span></h1><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: small;">journal: venus-lit vixen</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: small;">dates: 7-7-04 and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;"> 2-13-12</span></span></div><div><br /></div><h1 class="b-singlepost-title" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 28px; display: block; ">human-animal telepathy</h1><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; ">one of my favorite forms of communication is one that i have used all of my life. i'll call it human-animal telepathy. jasmine and i have it down to a fine art. ani and i are still working on the basics of understanding each other. many of you probably already do this with your own pets. i believe that reaching understanding with your animal familiars is an important step in connecting to the essentials of communication. animals are already connected to those essentials...and i feel we can learn a lot from them.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Jasmine passed in March of 2008. As with most animals, she tried to hide from us during her final hours...finding a dark nook behind the basement stairs. When I found her, she was heaving her last breaths. I stayed with her, holding her paw and singing to her. She didn't want to see me cry, because she couldn't get up and wipe my tears with her fur like she usually did. But I couldn't help it. She was my baby. I realized in those last hours with her that we had built the strongest connection I've ever had with another living being up to that point. I let her know I was grateful for her love and that I, too, would always love her. Minutes after I told her it was time for her to let go, she sighed her last breath. But before she did, her eyes softened as she looked into mine and she relayed the message that Ani would be my familiar now.</span><br /><br />.:Start noticing what your pet is paying attention to. What interests them and what's their reaction.<br /><br />jasmine is a very earthy cat, but there are times when she seems to see beyond the realm of reality. she stares at the corners of the ceiling, talking incessantly to whatever she sees up there. sometimes she even tries to climb up the walls to reach it. she believes that she is seeing apparitions...most of them being her brother, max allen. he comes to her when she is feeling lonely. he hasn't returned since ani's arrival, perhaps because ani is like a reincarnation of max. jasmine tends to reject this idea because she prefers the companionship of another male cat. ani reacts to this rejection mostly with pestering jasmine for attention, albeit negative attention. in my opinion on reincarnation, if two souls are bound in one life by a relationship such as brother-sister, the next life is likely to bind the two souls again in a different way...such as the one between jasmine and ani...so that those connected souls may experience every possible relationship in order to reach Enlightenment.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Ani loved Jasmine a lot, even though Jasmine still harbored some resentment about her up until she started to get sick. During Jasmine's final weeks, Ani was very concerned about her. She expressed a lot of worry to me. As a kitten, Ani was goofy and hyper...rarely serious. But she changed during that time. She started taking on more of Jasmine's personality...and she communicated with me a lot more. She began doing the things that Jasmine would do. For example, when I would sing...Ani would be drawn to me like a magnet. When I would cry, she would comfort me. When I would talk to her, she would answer (both vocally as well as telepathically). She acted like Jasmine's protege. After Jasmine passed, Ani did things that Jasmine would do with me, trying to heal my broken heart. I was very grateful for this, because the last thing Jasmine communicated to me was that Ani would be my familiar now...and it came true immediately. She was not exactly like Jasmine, she just took on some of those traits after her death. She was still very much like Ani, only more grown up now. She still ran and hid every time someone would come over, still feared the sound of plastic sacks, still was fearful when people would walk or move near her. See, Ani came to me when she was a tiny kitten found near a dumpster in OKC. Her tail was crooked, and it was obvious she had been abused. I later found out whatever happened to her during that time was done by a very big man (she is still pretty fearful of most men, especially if they walk heavily and speak loudly). She doesn't like sacks because she was discarded in one. So we try to be mindful of these things, which has helped us become more soft-spoken and gentle in our daily lives.</span><br /><br />.:Start noticing your pet's facial expressions when you are talking to them. Relate that to what you've learned about reading other's faces to see what they are saying in their expressions. (Remember, babies can get their wants and desires across to their mothers and fathers with out crying out.) It's the beginning of communication.<br /><br />jasmine scrunches her nose up when she's venting her frustrations. when she winks, it is usually an affirmation of our connected thoughts. when she closes her eyes at me she is telling me to refrain from reading her and allow her some privacy.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Ani is extremely loving, mostly toward me...but when she trusts others (as she has come to trust Michael, Alyrica, my mom, and a few other women friends), she melts into their laps and purrs into their petting as well. When she's irritated, her crooked tail will tell you with slaps rather than sweeps. When she's scared, it's all in the eyes and ears. When she's jealous of the other cats getting my attention, she'll glare at them. She is the queen of the house, though she is the least demanding of the three cats who live with us today. Zephyr, our young prince, asks a lot of questions with his big blue eyes. He also smiles when he's happy...he has a really big grin. Zenya, our little princess, is usually the epitome of feline aloofness. She doesn't like to communicate much...just a bit when it's important to her, and then she'll look away when she's done. Both Zephyr and Zen are still in that stage that Ani was in for a couple of years...where their personalities come out expressively, but the communication between us is still building. From my experience, our telepathic connection will soon strengthen like mine did with Ani. Zephyr is already showing signs of realizing that we are open to this kind of communication. Zenya is still deciding if that is a good thing or not.</span></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><br /><br />.:Quiet your mind, center yourself, or learn how to meditate. It will quiet "the committee" in your head that try to check and recheck and triple check then categorize the information that goes in and out of your thought process all day long. It will help you to detach from the, so called, logic override in your speech so you can speak to and for the animals.<br /><br />i find that concentrating on making your pets happy is the best preparation for clearing your head of the extraneous and by doing so, your pet will then allow for this telepathy. you must trust your intuitions about what they are saying...if your judgement is way off, they will tell you. animals, much like humans, strive to be understood by the people they love. </div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Recently, Zenya has been testing this communication with me. She sends me messages about where and how to pet her, and where to leave her silky black coat alone because she just cleaned it. When she wants her fuzzy white belly rubbed, she'll send me an image of it without showing me physically that she wants it. When I start petting her belly, she shows me she's pleased by my understanding by closing her eyes softly and rolling over. Zephyr, on the other hand, is more impatient about things. If he wants something, he usually asks vocally or physically. I'm still trying to figure out if this is a boy thing (as I have the most experience with girl cats) or if this is just how he is.</span><br /><br />.:Gently reach out and ask a simple question in your head. Is this question your issue or the pets? Be simple with it. Don't expect a complicated lengthy answer.<br /><br />once you start getting to know your pet by observation, you will have a language shared only between the two of you...with words and ideas that are without connotations...so that you both can understand perfectly what the other is saying.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">I know Ani so well by now that most times we don't have to ask each other anything. We are two peas in a pod, as they say, because love is always the highest priority with us. For Zephyr, though he is certainly a lover, it's the physical things that are on his mind most like food, play, and a clean litter box. For Zenya, she prefers peace and independence, but on occasion she will pipe up telepathically to show us how intelligent she is.</span><br /><br />.:Allow the FIRST thing that comes into your mind to be verbalized by you. Then see what your pets reaction is. You might be surprised at their facial or vocal answer.<br /><br />this is very important, because the first thing that comes to you is just what they are trying to say. </div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">When I do this with Zephyr, his first reaction is still a bit like surprise...as if he doesn't understand that humans can communicate this way. It's almost as if he doubts it himself, so he usually just stares blankly...though sometimes expresses amusement about it. Zenya prefers this kind of communication though...but only when she's in the mood to communicate...she's still testing our abilities to understand her...as if she is the wise sage and we are her students. Ani will communicate with me in every way, and loves it. She will always tell me exactly what she wants very clearly.</span><br /><br />.:Don't think about, "Is this real?", "It can't be that!" Just try and<br />observe your pets answer, facial, body, and vocal. Be detached from the outcome.<br /><br />second-guessing the messages they are trying to send to you may discourage them from communicating telepathically at all. and if they are trying to tell you something upsetting, don't let it upset you or it will upset them more. talk it out with your pet.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Zenya has told me before that she doesn't want me to have another child. When I tried to reason with her about it, she turned her back to me and closed her eyes. Ani always tells me what is upsetting her, and it's usually Zephyr. I have told her before that it will get better between her and Zephyr (who is a bit too much of an attention hog for her tastes). I remind her that Jasmine used to feel the same way about her, but she eventually learned to love her. When cats get a bit older, they calm down a bit...which is exactly what is happening now with our little ones (who are not so little anymore). We often catch Ani and Zephyr cuddling up together like the best of friends...just as Jasmine and Ani did after Ani got a bit older.</span><br /><br />.:Try the new information out. See if it's a viable answer or if your pet has a sense of humor. Sometimes they will try and interject some humor when we take ourselves too seriously. Be light with it. Animals often feel humans are too serious with questions.<br /><br />jasmine generally responds seriously to serious questions...her sense of humor comes out when mine does. ani is the opposite, maybe just right now because she is still a kitten...but she doesn't respond to seriousness. she tells us this by chewing on our fingers or toes while we are trying to talk to her.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Zephyr is a jokester...much like Ani used to be (and is still, sometimes). Zenya is the serious one, much like Jasmine was. She doesn't find her brother funny at all. Sometimes, though (when least expected), Zen will show her dry sense of humor by knocking something on to the floor just for fun...as if to say 'it's funny because I can't pick it back up and now you have to do it'.</span><br /><br />.:Now, have some play with your pet and lighten up. Practice talking to your pet about everything, like you would your friend or child. Love them. You can sing made up songs about them. Have fun!! Include their input in your household decisions. Keep it easy so they will feel free to come to you if something big is up for them.<br /><br />jasmine and i talk about everything...both in our heads and out loud. she's very intelligent and sensitive, and our personalities mesh well and always have. ani, on the other hand, has ADHD it seems...and she is a little more difficult to talk with. we are still working on a mutual understanding of each other.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Ani and Zen like when I sing songs about them. But while Ani hasn't been much for playing since Jasmine passed, Zephyr and Zen (especially Zephyr) appreciate lots of things to play with. One thing that we've introduced that Zephyr really likes is that, at feeding times, we'll get out this little silver bell and let Zephyr be the dinner bell ringer. It makes him feel important...like if he didn't do it, no one would get food.</span><br /><br />.:Allow them their independence. No one likes to feel that their thoughts are constantly listened to, or that someone is trying to intrude into their space.<br /><br />if your pet seems disinterested in having a conversation, they usually are. it's not always neccasarily about the topic in question...and so, if it's something you'd really like to talk with them about...try the subject again later when they are interested.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Ani will always talk with me now...she's rarely disinterested unless she's sleepy. Zephyr is usually distracted by everything else. And Zenya, she expresses disinterest often and clearly. Most times she'll just turn her back if she doesn't want to communicate...and if I keep trying, it will bug her and she'll leave the room. Baby steps with that one. </span><br /><br />.:Practice and be easy with the questions and your intuition. No straining or you'll miss the meaning. Remember they "talk" to each other all the time without vocalizing. It's us, humans, that think we have to make noise to talk, not the animals.<br /><br />it isn't a difficult process at all to become intune with your pet. just let them know you are interested in their thoughts, let them come to you when they are ready to talk.</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">If you have a pet, you are already probably doing this even if you don't realize it. Humans often doubt their ability to communicate telepathically...we are conditioned out of doing it with each other it at such a young age. But those with strong connections to animals often keep this ability strong and find instances in their lives when the same connection happens between them and other humans. It is an innate ability that everyone shares, though society may dampen it with doubt. But we are, as a whole, stronger in this ability than we have been in the past...sharing ideas and information more rapidly and globally with each other through electronic mindspace. Global telepathy is becoming increasingly more apparent within this window between the Venus transits of our lifetime (2004-2012) with the advent of transparency tools such as wikileaks, facebook, twitter, and many others...but what we are learning from this is that relying on technological tools alone becomes an unnecessary, codependent addiction. What we can learn from the animals in our lives is that we already have the ability to be transparent with one another, share ideas and express intentions instantaneously with others, without the aid of technology. Try sending a text message to your friend without using your phone. Your telepathic connection may already be established, and you may find that they receive your message in another way. This kind of telepathy extends beyond humans and animals...to the very earth we live on. Have you been listening to what Mother Nature has been telling us lately? The answers to our most difficult questions are all around us.</span></div></span>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-4994762807613911692012-02-02T09:12:00.000-08:002012-02-02T09:19:57.743-08:00She Sings the Silent Song of Sun<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">C</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ategory: Recycled Poetry</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Journal: Kavi's Book of Stars</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Date: 1-30-10 and 1-23-12</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She Sings the Silent Song of Sun</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">By Felina Lune Kavi<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The New Year outlasts January. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A dawning is vast as horizon,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In vivid watercolor light,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">New dreams awakening from night.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She sings the silent song of Sun,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The light reflects in everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quickening Moon flushes February.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The earth is moved by loving life,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She shivers seeds astir again,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Another cycle to begin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She sings the silent song of Sun,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The life renews in everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And when the maiden’s sacred flame<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Inspires us as it heals us,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We’ll harmonize with words in rhyme,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Crackling fire keeping time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She sings the silent song of Sun,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The love resounds in everyone.</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-12656301139962918012012-01-28T09:09:00.000-08:002012-01-28T09:25:14.026-08:00Bush Crimes<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><div style=" ;font-size:14px;"><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BUSH CRIMES</span></b></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" size="14px" style=" margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; ">by Felina Lune Kavi</div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Category: Recycled Poetry</span></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Journal: *VOICE* (Un-thoughtlike Thoughts That Are the Souls of Thought)</span></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Date: April 17th, 2006</span></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div class="b-singlepost-body" style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.3em; margin-left: 0px; "><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the age of aggravation<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">gravitates in groups<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">of cooped-up graduates<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">and dropped-out dreamers.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">little do they know, though,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">that they sew a common thread<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">through those tailored uniforms<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">of silent screamers.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">compare, if you dare,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">your monkey suit and nametags<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">to their camouflage shackles<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">and full metal jackets.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">consider, though we may feel the heat,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">we are awfully far-removed from hell's kitchen...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">our intellectual attacks are like whispers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">not even in earshot of the fraudulent racket.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">brothers, cousins, friends and foes,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">those kids that nobody really knows,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the enlist-because-the-money-he-owes,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the scared-shitless-and-it-surely-shows,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the ones who had to shave their 'fros,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the ones who miss their baggy clothes,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the killers who secretly oppose,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the jr.s and thirds whose daddies chose,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the you-go-firsts who took the blows,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the ones whose trigger-finger froze,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the guys hiding fishnet pantyhose,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the women shattering status quos,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the hope-to-die's at their lowest lows,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the brainwashed patriots and average joes,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the kids who long for midwest snows,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">the buddies they watch decompose,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">where are all the c.e.o.'s?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;">and that's the way the story goes.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /></div></div></span>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-35371676769743291622012-01-12T09:52:00.000-08:002012-01-12T10:07:39.626-08:00Eros in January<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oZmgTRP5xhLTvrnqYOGDbEDuRDfyU7dl_W0CxhMLfI_D00k42R6p85_TLkPxeAvLpaYtihmXfKBCllDKRGWWQ2Tv_7cPV3G_4D4Y-vPu-dK-0Km1vu1u3R044t0hApNoNuVn3iOUTfVL/s1600/46381-bigthumbnail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oZmgTRP5xhLTvrnqYOGDbEDuRDfyU7dl_W0CxhMLfI_D00k42R6p85_TLkPxeAvLpaYtihmXfKBCllDKRGWWQ2Tv_7cPV3G_4D4Y-vPu-dK-0Km1vu1u3R044t0hApNoNuVn3iOUTfVL/s400/46381-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696808774743557138" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><i>4 years ago today, my husband and I had our first kiss which sent our 6-year friendship spiraling up rapidly into inevitable loving Bliss. This is the song that his Love inspired in my Psyche...</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Category: Recycled Poetry</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Journal: The Nest of the Bower Birds</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Date: January 2008</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><b>Eros in January</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">by Felina Lune Kavi</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">It's cold here tonight...<br />wrap me warm in your skin,<br />lock me up in your sight,<br />hold me close and breathe in...<br />and out.<br /><br />Outside in the dark...<br />a new moon on the rise.<br />We are lost under stars<br />in the most beautiful sky.<br /><br />Eros in January,<br />you touch the soul within me.<br />Eros in January,<br />fast as love flies through you and me.<br /><br />Our hearts beat whole at last,<br />in the wake of our dreams.<br />I'm too in love to ask,<br />is this really what it seems...<br />to be?<br /><br />Beyond what we believed<br />of what love ever meant,<br />this love is all we need<br />to know our soul's full intent.<br /><br />Eros in January,<br />you touch the soul within me.<br />Eros in January,<br />fast as love flies through you and me.</span></span></span></div></span>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-90430820818778884492011-09-17T23:45:00.000-07:002011-09-18T00:32:48.969-07:00The Seldom-Opened Cupboard<div>Category: Humorous Prose</div><div>Journal: The Post-It Note Passages</div><div>Date: 9-18-2011</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Seldom-Opened Cupboard</b></div><div><i>by Felina Lune Kavi</i></div><div><br /></div>"What's this?" Michael wondered.<div>We realized if <i>he </i>didn't know what mystery food was lurking within the Quik Trip sack above the microwave, nobody would. This may have been hidden for quite some time. The cupboard was embarrassingly inconvenient to short people; a clever concealer for the treasures of a giant.</div><div>Both of us grimaced at the thought of it.</div><div>I uttered an involuntary "Ewwwww!" toward the sack.</div><div>He grabbed it, carefully, as it could have contained a slumbering monster for all he could remember.</div><div>"Ew, indeed." He agreed as he fondled the sack. "I think it was some kind of...donut thing." He offered as an apologetic suggestion.</div><div>"Gross!" I cringed with disapproval and astonishment. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and back away in horror, as if the decaying donut creature would hurl itself out of the sack and into my gaping mouth.</div><div>"This can't be good." He stated the obvious as he pondered his next course of action.</div><div>"That's probably been there forever!" I laughed nervously. "What the heck <i>is </i>it?! It had to have been yours!"</div><div>"I don't know. Donuts...maybe? Or a cookie and sumthin?" He brought it to the trash to put it out of its misery.</div><div>Hovering over the opened can like a ghost with a message for the man who killed him, the mystery begged us to be solved.</div><div>My husband looked to me. "Do I do it?"</div><div>"Ugh...I <i>guess."</i> I admitted. "I kinda want to know what's in there."</div><div>He opened it quickly, like a band-aid pulling hairs all at once.</div><div>I gave him a moment while he gazed into the sack in disgust.</div><div>I, too, peered into the plastic abyss, like a passerby at the scene of a crime she had no fault in. The white, sticky ooze of an iced chocolate donut had mated with a mushy old bearclaw in captivity and created a disgusting bastard of a deformed pastry.</div><div>"Ewwwww!" We both vomited out the word in unison as we simultaneously smelled the aged, doughy consummation in which it was left to stew.</div><div>He quickly wrapped it back up and dumped it in the trash, hoping that would be the end of that nightmare. But a wife becomes a master at poking at her husband's follies, and I was not to be denied a chance to voice my deductions once discovered.</div><div>"You hid it up there so no one would find it and then you forgot it!" I mocked triumphantly. "You <i>ARE a</i> Squirrel!"</div><div><br /></div><div>And so it was that my husband's Squirrel Totem had taught him a valuable lesson. </div><div><br /></div>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-58013818791436841852011-07-11T09:07:00.000-07:002011-07-11T09:19:07.791-07:00Mumbly Joe and Ramblin' Rose<div>I had to search for this poem last night to read to my husband because when he said 'I love you too' as we were about to sleep, it sounded like he said 'my feet'...which wasn't even close. He's kind of a mumbler at times. And...I'm kind of a rambler at times. I wrote this poem for no particular reason (at the time)...but when I read it to my husband last night (actually very early in the morning of this, our 2nd anniversary)...we realized I was writing about us before we were even an 'us'. ;)</div><div><br /></div>Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival<div>Journal: *VOICE* ("unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought")</div><div>Date: 3-27-2005</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:+1;"><i><b>mumbly joe and ramblin' rose...</b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">by Felina Lune Kavi</span></span></i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></span>mumbly joe,<br />as the story goes,<br />has humbly mumbled<br />little more than hello<br />to his childhood sweetheart,<br />ramblin' rose--<br />since she broke his spirit<br />all those years ago.<br /><br />old mumbly joe<br />wasn't much for a show,<br />let alone for conversation...<br />he didn't want to seem slow.<br />he'd just mumble one-liners,<br />hoping no one would know<br />he was a little bit odd<br />and his voice was too low.<br /><br />but that ramblin' rose<br />wouldn't just let it go<br />that he was incomprehensible<br />even at his hello.<br />and she had a strange affinity<br />for letting people know<br />their particular problems<br />before they have time to say no.<br /><br />he fell in love with her though,<br />wouldn't just let her go<br />because of misunderstanding<br />from a ramblin' rose.<br />so he mustered all his courage<br />and said i love you to rose,<br />crystal clear he thought,<br />since he said it really slow.<br /><br />but miss ramblin' rose<br />just wrinkled her nose<br />and let go with a laugh<br />like he'd told her a joke.<br />then she rambled on projection<br />in her usual monotone,<br />and she rambled on articulation<br />so joe just headed home, alone.<br /><br />and that mumbly joe,<br />as he had always been known,<br />never told a soul all these years<br />about old ramblin' rose.<br />yet it was common knowledge,<br />after rose had a stroke,<br />that her last discernable words<br />were 'i love mumbly joe.'<br /><br />still nobody told<br />old mumbly joe,<br />they all figured he died<br />a long time ago.<br />but his legend still lives<br />in a story that grows<br />just as tall and as windin'<br />as a ramblin' rose.</span></div>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-88819464588825792382011-04-07T05:16:00.000-07:002011-04-07T06:10:30.947-07:00Catching Consciousness<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"><p face="inherit" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "><i>Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival/ Recycled Visions</i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><i>Journal: Dream Journal</i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><i>Dates: 4-7-11 and 1-2-07</i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><b>Catching Consciousness</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">by Felina Lune Kavi</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">4-7-11</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">My subconscious is a vast body of water. It contains everything I know and everything yet to be imagined. Sometimes knowledge is buried deep...and sometimes it resurfaces, again and again, taking concrete form and creating new images.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Other times it evaporates into the clouds of memory, then falls upon me so that I might catch it before it drops into that sea of mystery. When I retain enough of it, it pools in my hands and flows from my fingertips so that I may record it in writing and voice it in truth.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">But while I am sleeping...everything freezes...and dreams fall upon me like snowflakes. Intricate knowledge contained in delicate form. As one closes in, I can see the unique beauty of that watery messenger, closer and closer still...until I am awakened.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Upon awakening, the dream dissolves into the warm whites of my opened eyes. The momentary crystals melt again into the mystery of my subconscious sea.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><b><br /></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><b>Dreams in Snowflakes</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">by Felina Lune Kavi</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">1-2-07</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">closing in,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">yesterday's images recycled</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">into clear crystal intricacy</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">like snowflakes falling</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">into eyes.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">where there is no asleep</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and no awake,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the time is fixed</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">on revealing answers sought</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">in depth.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">closer still,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">one perfect story</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">told in riddles</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and seen in phrases</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">cold as ice.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">see it frozen,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">see it falling,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">know exactly what it means.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">watch the wonder,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">watch the candor,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">cold and clear before your eyes.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">just as soon as the answer hits,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the eyes awaken in a flash.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the snowflake dream</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">falls into warm whites,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">melts away like memory...</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">what was found is lost.</p></span>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522591911768247331.post-28613244236502868382011-04-03T08:06:00.000-07:002011-04-03T08:20:53.777-07:00States of Alyrica: From Seed to Sprout<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "></p><p class="MsoNormal">Category: Recycled Poetry/Variations on a Theme</p><p class="MsoNormal">Journal: Earth Mother</p><p class="MsoNormal">Dates: 2005-2007, 2011</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>States of Alyrica: In the Womb</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">by Felina Lune Kavi</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">11-7-05</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><u><br /></u></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">muffled music</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">of a world outside</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">where voices connect</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and bodies touch.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">there is something beyond</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the comfort of these walls.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">there is something</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">outside of myself.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">tangled noises,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">mangled in mystery,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">disturb the peace</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">but awaken the mind.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">there is everything else</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">besides what is here.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">there is everything</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">waiting for me.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><b>Baby Hands</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">by Felina Lune Kavi</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">5-16-06</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">these are my hands.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">when i was a newborn,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Grandma warned Mom</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">i would scratch my face</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">with these nails.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Mom and Dad dressed me</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">in pink and purple potato-sacks</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">with built-in mittens.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">i didn't see these things</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">for a while</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">unless i was naked or bathing.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">later i grew out of those clothes</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and was introduced</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">to mittenless shirts</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and footless pants,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and re-introduced to these hands</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and those feet.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">they're wiggly and free</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and i watch and wonder</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">at them.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">now i can</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">pull out a pacifier,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">hold on to a finger,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">pet a kitty,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">fit a fist in my mouth,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and grasp a spit-rag</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">like i can grasp</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the significance</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">of why i have</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">these hands.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><b>Daughter</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">by Felina Lune Kavi</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">4-10-07</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">like my own parents,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">your father and i</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">will give everything we have</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">for you to grow happy, healthy, and sound--</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">rise up from solid ground.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">give you everything you need</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">to know the beat of your own drum</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and walk with pride from where you've come</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">toward choices we can't even predict.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">no matter what,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">i fear you are your mother's daughter.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">no matter what,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the possibility is there</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">that you will reject these things we give</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and live like tomorrow has no promise</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">like foundations can't be trusted</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and good intentions misunderstand you.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">your hands are like mine,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">searching the scenery</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">for those things you're not allowed to have--</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">like mysteries</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">my parents kept hidden from my knowledge,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">too young to understand</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">the complexity of protection.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">you want to taste the world</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">with your own tongue--</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">placing unknown objects in your mouth,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">though some are far too big to swallow.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and i swoop in with a panic--</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">pushing fingers through pursed lips,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">gripping the danger from your teeth</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">while you bite the hand that feeds you.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and i finally understand</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">how my own parents</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">could stomach my angry resentment</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">and the words that meant to bite...</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">when i would fight against</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">a sheltered life.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">no matter what,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">like my own parents,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">your father and i</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">will fight whatever fight</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">to keep you alive.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>She Strikes the Seventh, Smiling Sweetly</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>by Felina Lune Kavi</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>4-3-11 </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Such a sensible soul,</p><p class="MsoNormal">But a strange one too…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Smiling sweetly as she strikes the seventh.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Lyra, Lyra…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Quite contrary…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Blooming wild, but up toward the heavens.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Little Raven girl</p><p class="MsoNormal">Always talking now…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Singing pictures and asking the answers.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Such pure wisdom</p><p class="MsoNormal">Disguised playfully…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Sacred stone in the heart of a dancer.</p><p class="MsoNormal">She loves the world,</p><p class="MsoNormal">And she means it too…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Because no one has ever betrayed her.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Still she embraces life</p><p class="MsoNormal">As free as it comes…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Saving all the hard lessons for later.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p></span>Felina Lune Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00183041716382744973noreply@blogger.com0