Ra-in-Seattle

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Thu, 26 Aug 2010 08:52:00 -0700

Ra-in-Seattle now obsolete…

Find me with a jar of crunchy noodles.

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Fri, 11 Jun 2010 21:46:37 -0700

(via inennui) I already miss the Pacific Northwest and all it’s...

Mon, 19 Apr 2010 06:57:00 -0700

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I already miss the Pacific Northwest and all it’s colours and smells.

Goodbye Seattle, till we meet again…

Let’s have a jar of crunchy noodles, meanwhile

Sun lights up the day time, You light up my life. The hand ...

Thu, 15 Apr 2010 09:08:00 -0700

Sun lights up the day time,
You light up my life.
The hand that calls you forward
is the hand that leaves me behind.

And I stand on the ocean shore ,
like an old black and white movie.
Love is here, love is lost, again tonight.

Hold me, hold me tonight.
Hold me, hold me tonight.

You’ve got a book like this,
to keep me alive.
And if its not a rainy day,
you simply don’t go outside

And you’re tired of everything
all of the girls and the boys,
and if you’re tired of everything
all of your precious toys.

Hold me, hold me tonight
Hold me, hold me goodnight.

Sun lights up the daytime,
you light up my life.
The hand that calls you forward
is the hand, that leaves me behind.

Hold me, hold me tonight.
Hold me, hold me tonight…

Parting in my veins

Tue, 13 Apr 2010 21:27:00 -0700

I saw Brea on Monday, two days after we said our final goodbyes. It was Saturday night, after Palomino’s happy hour dinner with Grace and Julianna. We parted on the corner of 4th and Pine. She hugged me for the last time and told me she was glad to have known me. Then she crossed the road and disappeared down Pine. I walked slowly along 4th toward Westlake tunnel, tearing up for the first time about leaving someone I’ve given abit of my heart away to. It’s difficult like that. Not knowing whether we will ever continue to be friends in the real sense of the word. I don’t think we really ‘clicked’ in the right places, the way jigsaw puzzles fit each other around their rounded jagged edges. Yet I was drawn to her from the outset - her short blond hair, strapover bag with badges, jeans and socks, and the manner in which she spoke and laughed. But most times we spoke haltingly and sometimes awkwardly - filing up the space of silence with words that don’t necessarily matter or dig a deeper bond. I woke up in her teal painted room that one early morning and felt out of place. Like it was something alien to me, an odd feeling of being far away from comfort. Maybe it had something to do with my hangover.

I saw her from afar at Pike Place Market that Monday when I returned for the last time to buy a pair of miniature journal earrings. She was wearing green and had her usual apron on. But I didn’t know how to say goodbye the second time. So I walked away.

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Tue, 13 Apr 2010 04:49:21 -0700

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Mon, 12 Apr 2010 07:29:30 -0700

It’s finally spring in Seattle but the sakuras are...

Thu, 01 Apr 2010 13:33:19 -0700

It’s finally spring in Seattle but the sakuras are gone…

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Thu, 01 Apr 2010 13:10:17 -0700

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Thu, 01 Apr 2010 13:08:46 -0700

somethingintellectual:

yerawizardharry:warningdontreadthis:(via lisztomania)

you were the paper on which my life’s map was drawn the contours of my life the topography and the...

Wed, 31 Mar 2010 09:28:17 -0700

you were the paper on which my life’s map was drawn

the contours of my life
the topography
and the landmarks on my horizon
found their shape on you

i knew my north
by the compass
imprinted on your skin

and though i know i’ve walked this road before
it’s now strangely un-navigable
unfamiliar
unbelievable

i knew where i was once
but i drew the map
on you

- Cheryl Lawrie

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Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:12:00 -0700

"Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw,..."

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:43:18 -0700

““Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can’t take it in all at once.””

- Audrey Hepburn

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Tue, 16 Mar 2010 14:58:07 -0700

kindred

Tue, 16 Mar 2010 14:37:46 -0700

“What do you want to do, Brea?”

“I don’t know… I want to work with women and girls. But I just want to hold them and be with them you know? To let them know that everything's gonna be okay"

R Is For Rachel, From Routine To Rad

Mon, 15 Mar 2010 10:54:23 -0700

R Is For Rachel, From Routine To Rad:

restrass:

“And so while the Rachel of the nineties may have been a high-maintenance layered blowout, maybe the Rachel of the teens will be a close-cropped style, perfect for chasing down stories, calling out liars, and generally kicking ass.” (via Jezebel)

In the messiness and chaos that structures my daily life these...

Sun, 14 Mar 2010 18:26:27 -0700

In the messiness and chaos that structures my daily life these days, I am not so sure I can always say yes. That’s the thing with grace - how do you wrap your head around it?

We stand as strangers

Sun, 14 Mar 2010 17:45:00 -0700

We stand as strangers in the landscape
among the rocks and the dirt
and the salt from a long forgotten sea.

Holding tight to the edges of our lives
for fear of losing them to the horizon,
for fear we will no longer know where we end
and the vast unknown begins.

Holding close to what we used to be sure of
for fear that if we let go
there will be nothing
no-one
and nowhere.

And we search ourselves for a heartbeat
prodding our souls with memory and dream
in the hope to awaken desire
and in the absence of that,
pain;

Just to know we are alive,
Just to know that we are here.

- Cheryl Lawrie

20 words of lent

Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:52:40 -0800

where is your home?
she said

i was stuck for words
until i thought of you

i am so thankful

— Cheryl Lawrie

The Four Quartets

Fri, 12 Mar 2010 12:20:00 -0800

But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint -
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime’s death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost is a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts…

— T.S. Eliot