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( Sep. 9th, 2005 09:19 pm)
These are the times that try our souls. And here on LJ, there's plenty of trying going on.

I tend to go roaming around and friending a variety of people for my own obscure reasons, forgetting that when I post, I'm inviting you all to a party and not introducing you. So from time to time, things get a little snippy.

I'm beginning to realize I set the stage for these mis-meetings by raising political questions in a political time, and for that, I'm sorry. I wish everyone I like would like each other, but I know that's not going to happen.

If I could make rules of conduct for my LJ, it wouldn't be LJ. So let this stand as a warning: here you will hear things you might not want to hear (maybe not from me directly, but from someone. I guarantee it.)
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Here's a Mary Oliver poem as a Solstice/Hannukah/Christmas/Kwanzaa/whatever present for all of you who've given so much to me.


HUMPBACKS
by Mary Oliver


There is, all around us,
this country
of original fire.
You know what I mean.
The sky, after all, stops at nothing, so something
has to be holding
our bodies
in its rich and timeless stables or else
we would fly away.

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Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body,
its spirit
longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
toss their dark mane and hurry
back into the fields of glittering fire
where everything,
even the great whale,
throbs with song.




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