tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139008582011-07-07T20:25:51.092-04:00whimsical words: wonderings of a woman in her everyday lifeAlice Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274240656388933782noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13900858.post-10666049666929020062010-01-15T22:56:00.001-05:002010-01-15T22:59:32.282-05:00free fridayToday I did my very best to clear my head of all the inner dialogue { aka the doubts } that have been running on a 30-second loop for the past weeks. To center and find that balance point within. Not all the way there, but certainly MUCH closer than I was just a few days ago when everything seemed so topsy-turvy and just beyond my grasp.
I wish I could say there was some sort of "miracle" Alice Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274240656388933782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13900858.post-32184932671474654862010-01-13T12:55:00.000-05:002010-01-13T12:55:35.694-05:00nothing in my life is tangible (or so it feels)It seems as if the more I do lately, the larger the steps I try to take, the less ground I gain. It is disheartening to such degree that I don't really have words to encapsulate it properly.
There is something odd about how a quick phone call, lasting less than two minutes, can upset weeks work of worth. Now granted, I had been foolish in counting chickens before they'd hatched -- but the Alice Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274240656388933782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13900858.post-60942189014781902462010-01-08T02:41:00.001-05:002010-01-08T02:43:03.195-05:00a poem found.... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
snowflakes dance
beneath the street lamp
with an electric midas touch
twirling like childhood's ballerinas
while the heavy sable sky
looks down reassuringly at
long bare limbs stretched for a
chilled embrace
still and silently waiting
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The last time I wrote a poem in earnestAlice Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274240656388933782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13900858.post-3750590683717575062010-01-04T17:49:00.000-05:002010-01-04T17:49:02.570-05:00snow, freshly fallenI am reviving this blog. Err, well revamping might better suit what I've done. New start for a new year or something like that. It was bittersweet to look back over what I had posted in the past with a span of years between so that my eyes were fresh to what had seemed so pressing and important then. To be able to note all the changes that had come and to be able to close that chapter.
The old Alice Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274240656388933782noreply@blogger.com0