Archives: August 2004

Mon Aug 30, 2004

Delayed post #1

I wasn't able to access the internet to post while I was gone to Arizona, but I did write entries. The first "delayed entry" is below. More will follow.

Scottsdale, Arizona
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
11:20 am

There is a three hour difference between the time here in Scottsdale, Arizona and my home in North Carolina. Looking at the map, there are only two time zone changes, so why the three hours? It took some thinking to figure that one out.

Arriving in Arizona, Phoenix to be exact, is like switching from a color pallet of blues, greens and yellows, to one made entirely of earth tones. From the red desert soil to the burnt brown and sand hues of sculptured lizards and turtles along the highway interchanges, everything here speaks of earth grounded culture. My mind wandered to the early society of settlements that must have had a precious view of the natural elements I often take for granted: water, cloud cover, gentle humid breezes. Theirs was no doubt a culture aware of the precariousness of life and essential needs. Such existences might tend to be more grounded, more earthly, if not simply more sensitive to the subtle changes of wind and temperature. More...

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 30, 04 | 10:51 am | Profile

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Fri Aug 20, 2004

Big Trip

Next week, starting Tuesday and continuing through Sunday evening, I will be attending a seminar/training in Scottsdale, Az. This will be my first trip to Arizonia, and since the event is to be held at The Phoenician, It promises to be a trip to remember. Business has some perks!

As far as my postings here at Theophany go, I hope to be able to access the internet while there and share some of the experiences with you.

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 20, 04 | 9:45 pm | Profile

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Mon Aug 16, 2004

Anima

Today I watched you crawl across my bed, sleek and petit, your tanned skin, lacking any sign of tan lines, your breasts free of all restraint revealed your state of arousal. Only your pink thong attired your frame, and that, darkened slightly by the moisture of your excitement.

How wonderful to see you again. How exquisite to watch you. The years have not etched a single line upon your face. Your eyes are as bright and playful as a summer’s rain. God forgive me, but I burn within for you. Your hair, layers, falling upon your cheeks, a new cropped cut awaits my fingers, my nose buried within your mane. Entwined, we would find bliss beyond mortal comprehension. Ours is the chemistry of which poets write and artists crave. Would there but a portion of our passion contained in every mortal heart, the world would rest in peace, spent from it's obsession to love.

So, today you came to me again, and were you more than the mighty moment of my creative self, were you more than my anima, I would be undone, forever. I believe I would risk it. Now, come to me and let us create beauty.

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 16, 04 | 9:44 pm | Profile

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Wed Aug 11, 2004

blog inspired

In response to a poem posted over at Internal Storms, I wrote this:

sorrow ceases now
tendrels intwine to me
chilling familarity
a new friend found

-Theo

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 11, 04 | 8:06 pm | Profile

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Tue Aug 10, 2004

and another THANG!

this morning VH1 showed an Alicia Keys video. What's with the car key earring? Is she 'saying', "Yo! My pimp drives an Escalade."

and another thing, since when does VH1 play country...Gretchen Wilson's 'A Redneck Woman' played after Ms. Keys.

did the Universe as i knew it metamorphous last night while i slumbered? will i walk outside this morning to see cats and dogs mating!? oh my.

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 10, 04 | 6:09 am | Profile

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Thu Aug 05, 2004

Theo Son's Poetry

My son showed me a poem he wrote last school year. I was impressed. I've posted it below. His assignment was to write a narrative poem about one of the literary works he had read that year.

The Tale of Juliet and Romeo


This is the story of Juliet and Romeo
Who where destined lovers, expected to be foes.
From two feuding families the young lovers came,
Separated from contact, because of a name.

Determined to overcome their terrible plight,
They would gather together, under the cover of night.
They loved each other, deep and true,
But to prevent their fate, there was nothing they could do.

To another man, Juliet was to be wed,
But Romeo was who she kept in her head.
Her father had promised her hand to Count Paris,
If she were to say no, her family she would embarrass.

As the occasion grew nearer, the tension arose,
They formed a plan to escape, while in their bedclothes.
They were to be married secretly, by Laurence, the Friar.
But then Juliet's nurse called for her to retire.

The friar performed their vows but for a different reason,
He had done the deed, committed the holy treason.
In hopes to end their family feud,
He never knew of what horrors ensued.

To escape marriage to Paris, Juliet was to play deceased,
She was given a vial by the plotting priest.
Romeo was to meet her at the sight of her rest,
Where he would find her, and her face he would caress.

She would wake and see her true love in sight,
The two would be united that lovely night.
The poison worked, her parents thought she was dead,
They took her to the place where she would eternally rest her head.

Romeo came quick but something was wrong,
Juliet's body seemed to posses no vital song.
He was sure of it, his love was no more,
Romeo consumed the last of the poison, and fell limply to the floor.

Juliet's spell wore off and she awoke but to her surprise,
She wasn't staring into Romeo's, but the Friar's eyes.
He said that they must leave that place, and they must do it quick.
But Juliet saw Romeo, and she felt grief-sick.


The friar left, out of fear of a guard,
And left her alone, in the churchyard.
The grief, for Juliet, was just too much,
So to Romeo's dagger, went her touch.

She ended her life with the cold, sick blade,
The two met their fate, lost and betrayed.
How could this happen to a love so true?
That question will be forever unanswered, so I bid you adieu.


-Theo's Son

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 05, 04 | 10:11 pm | Profile

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Wed Aug 04, 2004

Birthday Gale

Today is Mrs. Theo's birthday! I am giving her (and me ;)) tickets to see "The Producers" when it comes to North Carolina later this year. What fun!

Birthday Gale

She sleeps now, my "Great Wind," my Gale
Laughter is her clarion call
Determination her way of being
Dedication her step

An inspiration of being
Her touch a healing moment
Trust before suspision
Hope when all are seeing loss

She will rise soon from her slumber
Joining, yet, another day in my heart
Living together this fumbling of life
Knowing it is meant for joy

Posted by: Theophany on Aug 04, 04 | 6:01 am | Profile

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