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(oh… too much, huh?)

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Snoopy_and_Woodstock_by_stridzioSalutations.

 

 

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SALUTATIONS> all readers

the following is a notice from the emergency broadcast…

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well, no.

… not an emergency moment, per se…

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PAUSE

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[sermons, coaching, triggerword check, reminders galore–not for you, of course]

~

sigh.

61A-KP-JJqL__SL1252_ I’d like to make a service announcement.

 I’ll mind my mind and curb the drama…

keep it simple, slugger … K. I. S. S.  …. ok, baby, let’s roll.                             

 

(RESUME)

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This is a perfectly serious announcement to readers:

this blog is for you

if you like

art

challenge

confusion

poetry

humor

photography,

and irreverence.

oh.  and life!

This is a WordPress.com platform.  My web address is:  http://healingminds.WordPress.com, and this blog is called Living is Not Mental Illness.

Beginning January 1, 2015

Categories  you can find current work in these (dropdown) areas:

  1. art
  2. photography
  3.  #post a week
  4. writing

tagged in five ways… not all used at once, of course.

  • abstract, pluralism, photography
  •  abstract, nature (flowers, clouds, trees, elements), life
  •  life, health, nature,
  •   writing, fiction, non-fiction, poetry, verse, vignettes, series
  • ~Meredith

Do use the dropdown menu to alleviate frustrations you may encounter due to my ignorance with html skills, and not understanding widgets.

This blog is like an attic… in need of cleaning and clearing out, but every day is new and so tangible that my attic just accumulates more tags, more widgets, and social media surprises that I can’t understand.  Words are fun, forms have many meanings for me, so many posts written before 2015 have lots of fun tags and categories.  Now, it’s time to simplify and get general… and let you trust that the posts will contain all the word fun and thought experiments.

People who read this blog write/ create inspiring blogs, themselves; I read a number of them on a regular basis, and most often visit new-to-me blogs when I discover visitors, here.  Thoughts coalesce, and I learn, experiment… I get charged; so does my work.  I think this blogging community is my muse, and if you’ve ever left a gravatar print on a post, then you’re part of my blogging community.

PeanutsThank you for the whole experience of exchange and inspiration.

Now let’s go outside and play!

Meredith

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honor scoutsA special thank you to

T.W. Dittmer

and

danniehill

for your kindness as (covert) public relations diplomats for me on Twitter.

you’re wonderful, and full of surprises.

sky rider

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I walked

(as if awake, I thought)

watching the sky

as I walked

*thinking

i can’t imagine what i thought, so then what am i seeing?

~

muscled thunder. flaming nostrils firing steam; a

white horse stirred the sky.

~

i thought

(as if awake, i think)

white horse! white horse! come for me!

while dipping

in

and

out

of shops

getting ordinary

things.

(he seemed close. i felt seen.)

~

stirring dervishes of blankness

I felt its thunder

in my heart.

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sidewalk world turned hard and flat. black plastic. odd-ish, certainly.

still, i shook

as if awake

(not flat at all. electric! )

my body

thundered, rhythms rose. one,

intense symphonic, gesture

earth sky me,

remembered.

~

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“gold-digger #3″

~meredith:

[LOL]

 

Originally posted on hello, fig:

GOLD-DIGGER 3 001

[gold-digger #1 and #2 are here btw]

[hello]

[hi]

[hope ur ok and things aren’t too heavy]

[hope ur eating or about to eat some nice food]

[hope ur head has a nice squishy feeling inside of it]

[ok]

[bye]

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variations on a theme

perhaps,

instead of

enforcing

the ten commandments

we might

offer

ten insights on coming together

and wonder

how

the sound of it

resonates, within.

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mindful words sing old songs in dreams.  i hear new rhythms.  dance with sleep.

 

love, tree.

darling, if

you might be tree

would you weave your roots

with me?

(with mine, i mean)

~

would you rise

among a stand, a ring

(of others)…

would you clack your

branches

in the

calling forth of spring? then come.

~

  let go your frantic, rotted dream.

give back to night your starry sights!

yes, weave with tree this dissolution

through the origins of styx.

(the roots are strong and swift)

~

wood rides

the waves of dark and rot

yet plays with sky

continuously.

rooted. up right.

it twists with storms

… baggage free!

~how do i know? i trusted then dissolved within the weave.~

so who’s on top?

.

..

… ..

.. .. …..

…..   …. !

she simply

walked  away,

handing back their

half-wit  sentences  of

sorrow.   dread.   death.   doom.

all bricks in someone’s pyramid scheme,

shades of taupe for daily living ; losing it, I & II.

|-|-|-|-| their fences keep us safe, keep us safe |-|-|-|-|

she couldn’t/ wouldn’t play along and yet it didn’t really

matter (one less brick won’t be missed in all the daily drama).

~she was right.  we see a hole, we fill the gap, replete of curiosity.~

~we fill the hole. another gap. i point at you. you point at me, etc., etc.~

… it’s really kind of…. shaky, thought… is anyone… is anyone… who is at the top?

 

 

 

 

kitchen reflections

morning's way

warm water

white lather

silver spoons with bits of

matter

i consume

(thought falls into food).

~

warm water

white lather

bubbles pop; they

splatter

hard-crust thoughts

(dishes washed.)

~

clear the block, enjoy the food.