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kirbanita
I make things, grow things, cook things, very occasionally clean things, and tend the fire . . .
Interests: altered art/collage • alternative medicine • art dolls • ATCs • beads • bees • cats • celtic legend • chickens • creativity • crochet • dollmaking • fabric art • fairy tales • fiber arts • folklore • gardening • goats • herbalism • myths and legends • politics • prayer • quotations • reading • self-sufficiency • sewing • sheep • shrines • solitude • tapestry crochet • useful plants • wearable art
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Found on (where else?) the internet, so I have no idea of its original attribution. . . however, I saw it here first. Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Take Joy!
"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
All that you held most dear you will put by and leave behind you: and this is the arrow the longbow of your exile first lets fly. You will come to know how bitter as salt and stone is the bread of others, how hard the way that goes up... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
ištvermė from Gangleri's Grove - Blog It's a hard people that birthed me hard and unyielding like weathered stone hungry flame, the bones of the dead, hard like the yoke of occupation and the necessary brutality of resistance. It's hard soil that holds them, concealing bones of an ancient nation,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
The power elite, especially the liberal elite, has always been willing to sacrifice integrity and truth for power, personal advancement, foundation grants, awards, tenured professorships, columns, book contracts, television appearances, generous lecture fees and social status. They know what they need to say. They know which ideology they have to... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
(Well, obviously.) But—Karolyn, Rob, Eliza and Riley live here now. So do their cats. And their dog. And my dog. And my cats. And the new kittens . . . (because there is absolutely NOTHING I enjoy more than watching... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2013 at Take Joy!
My lover once told me of a man, who was snapped up by the mad God's fire. He ran across mountains leaping amongst angels, feverish with the fire that consumed him, feverish with the grace that spat him back to earth again reborn. He was the first to be kissed,... Continue reading
Posted Mar 28, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
We’re the only animal which understands that it must die, that its time here is transient. And so we are surrounded at all times and in all places by mysteries. There is the past, which we remember but can no... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2013 at Take Joy!
"Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won't take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don't like to make waves-or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 26, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: "Winter is dead." —A.A.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2013 at Take Joy!
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(Picture found here) This is how I feel (only older, fatter, and wearing more clothes . . . ); it's been a long winter in more ways than one. So I am celebrating this week by gardening: ten raised beds... Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2013 at Take Joy!
of things one never thinks to have to say to one's grandchildren . . . 'Please don't put Silly Putty on the cat.' Continue reading
Posted Jan 19, 2013 at Take Joy!
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I dreamt the other night (in the midst of other dreams) that John was here: he held me, we talked for a bit about this and that, and then I said, 'You're dead, aren't you?' 'Yes,' he answered, 'and it's... Continue reading
Posted Jan 7, 2013 at Take Joy!
No one bothers to imagine men in baths. None of us sitting home alone On a dull, rainy evening Thinks of the nude male body Half-floating, eyes closed, in scented water Littered with petals, loosening himself Into the liquid grace of muscular abandon, One arm perhaps draped over the bath’s... Continue reading
Posted Jan 7, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
So the shortest day came, and the year died, And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen;... Continue reading
Posted Dec 22, 2012 at Take Joy!
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is... Continue reading
Posted Dec 15, 2012 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and... Continue reading
Posted Nov 16, 2012 at Take Joy!
John died this morning, of cardiac arrest. My other half is gone; things will never be the same. I'll be back in a few days or so. Continue reading
Posted Nov 1, 2012 at Take Joy!
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Emma as Darth Maul, with one of her friends, out to terrorize the neighborhood! Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2012 at Take Joy!
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Turning leaves. Mr. Poozle, guarding the chicken lot New chickens—bought cheaply because the were molting and unfit to go to the auction; a mixture of Wyandottes, Buff Orpingtons, Black Australorps, and a white Leghorn or two . . . and a Wyandotte rooster, who was thrown in for free. (Imagine... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2012 at not a pretty girl
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Guarding the chicken lot here in the People's Republic. Cross-posted, with others, to not a pretty girl: notes from the people's republic of oteen. Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2012 at Take Joy!
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(I know these are not very good photos; I was in a hurry, as usual, to get this in the mail so Eliza can wear it to the Renaissance Festival in Charlotte this weekend.) Anyway, this is Eliza's costume. The... Continue reading
Posted Oct 25, 2012 at Take Joy!