Archives: December 2004
Fri Dec 31, 2004
A Little Holiday Fun
Count down to the new year here.
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Tue Dec 28, 2004
Chapter 14
Instructions: Read the text below. Leave a comment with your reactions, questions, thoughts, etc.
Result: A promise of a visit to your blog and comment. Hey, You've got 30 seconds. Right?
DEAL?
Chapter 14
After dinner, sitting in the expansive dinning room, being attended by
the servants, I began to wish for some time alone. Angela had not left
my side for days now. When we ate, we dined as royalty. My body had
returned to a more normal appearance. I appeared now as if I had simply
been successful in re-sculpting my body and adding a few pounds of
muscle. I had grown accustomed to managing my new senses. With little
effort now I could balance my urbane sensitivities to preclude any over
stimulation. I could move through the tasks of each day with a high
degree of normalcy. Yet, increasingly I was feeling restless. I began
to think of my small country home, my familiar surroundings – the view
from my den window, the smell of the smoldering fire in the morning,
the beep of my answering machine – and my thoughts returned to Kelly.
More...
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Mon Dec 27, 2004
So small...
Today, In the face of this tragedy, I feel small...powerless...pained...
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Sun Dec 26, 2004
Oh, For A Picture
the words are more familiar than obsessive thoughts as they bounce
endlessly between ear and heart. they bring a now aged prophecy via the
well worn path from daily fears and dutiful tasks to the mystic horizon
of hope.
the horizon: the juncture of observed beauty and the failing of
perception. the 'out there' place of tomorrows wanderings and future
dreams.
here i hear them. simple words: behold. love. salvation. love. gift.
within them resounding whispers remind me of that which must be known.
the eternal truth that within Life, indeed, my life there is One who
loves and who possesses the wonderful power to transform this
malformed, mistake ridden existence into a journey of great worth, a
journey as pure as the trek of a mother's hand as it gently caresses
her child's face. today's words, wrought in ritual and sanctuary
remembered in my soul such....Love.
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Thu Dec 23, 2004
Wishing You...
Here's wishing you a wonderful and blessed holiday! May the Light be yours.
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not meaning to be RUDE...
I'm sorry, honestly. I know that it is blogging rudeness to have the
appearance of comment capabilities, and then for you to get a message
that requires you to log-in before posting, AND that there is NO WAY
for you to log-in or register...
I DO want to hear from you, but until some re-coding here is complete
it will have to be by email (staff at theophany dot us). Of course, if
you have surfed here through BlogExplosion, you can use the commet
device provided on their menu bar.
Thanks for your understanding. We now return to your regularly scheduled Theophany.
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Wed Dec 22, 2004
On Self Pity
Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I find myself reliving the
failures of my past. I know it isn't a productive use of being, but I
do still 'go there' from time to time.
Yesterday's deeds descend on raptors wings
talons flair and slice into my mind
tearing through the carefully constructed facade of hope
i bleed, into tomorrow
ancestoral wounds reopen with vengence
defacing logic and maming reason
proclaiming the torment of self loathing valid
i bleed, fill with sorrow
-Theo
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Tue Dec 21, 2004
Know A Millionaire?
I'm feeling a bit humbled. I just found out that my college roommate has made millions with this company.
Do you know a millionaire?
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Mon Dec 20, 2004
Phantom Memories
I see him sitting there, slouched in his chair, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, a smile pursing his lips. The image is eternally my father and arrived to be engraved on my mind, not from memory, but from the scant few pictures of him that remain from my childhood. More...
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Sorry...
Once again, the bots are winning. Today I was hit with over 250 spam
comments. I'm shutting down the comments again as best I know how until
this matter can be resolved. I REFUSE to let this space be use for such
purposes.
PLEASE feel free to email me any comments that you like: staff at theophany dot us.
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Sun Dec 19, 2004
Visit Another Misfit!
One of the most prolific blogs around can be found over at Misfitting.
Loretta and her friends have discussed and dissected the Scott Peterson
murder trial, leaving no stone unturned. Although my interest in the
finite details of the proceedings is somewhat limited, I surf over to
Misftting regularly in hopes of catching one of Loretta’s more personal
posts. “Lo” is one of those recovering person types is marking an
anniversary in recovery today, 11 years. Over the years I have found a
great deal of real, honest, strong words about the reality of life from
Loretta's type. It isn't that she is all-knowing and wise that takes me
to her posts. It is more that she brings a keen mind, a wonderful sense
of humor and a very REAL presence to blogging (well, that and a heck of
a lot of comments!).
If we are fortunate, Loretta will give us an update on her way of being in the world these days!!!
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Thu Dec 16, 2004
Let Us Try Again
So. Is there anyone out there, still?
Comments are now welcome, again.
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Tue Dec 14, 2004
"Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal me..."
Only this thin veil hangs between us, this translucent dragonfly wing,
fluttering, forbidding me to hear, daring me to wish for you with each
thought, each stroke of a key, knowing you are there, just within
reach, untouchably real. Mark now these days of separation. Shielded
from words, written intercourse and whimsical whispers are we and yet
my longing persists, demanding contact. Hear now these words written
upon the wisps of smoke rising see now these engravings on this cyber
wall… I will not be shut out!
Man, I really need to get these comments going again. –snicker--
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Sun Dec 12, 2004
spam bots are back..no comments for now
i told you to be quiet. ouch. 490 spam comments.
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Fri Dec 10, 2004
Be Very, Very Quiet...
shhhh...
--looks around--
the comments are back on again. maybe the bots are gone. shhhhh.
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Thu Dec 09, 2004
Comments Disabled
Comments have been disabled for now. I'm having to redefine things to
deal with the 600+ spam/bot comments I have received in the past 24hrs.
So, email me if you want too: staff at theophany dot us.
Grumble: Why do these dang spam/bot program creators want to spoil things?
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Mon Dec 06, 2004
Poetry's Pain
The Reverberations of a Poet's Pain
A while back i wrote the entry below. it still strikes a cord within
me. i was reading blogs when i was reminded of how deep poetry, and
prose for that matter, reaches into my being. it is a living witness to
the full gamut of my life, even though i am most driven to write when
my spirit is in pain.
yes. for the scars that remain after the battered soul heals, for
the ongoing hemorrhage of internal hope, for the fears arising from
tortures too ghastly to be mentioned, for the pit of despair where
rests stagnant laughter, mired in decay... for these pieces of the
poet's being... there must be poetry. for in the words of the verse,
hammered out on life's iron fist, i often find relief and sometimes, in
moments of purest grace, wonderful questions.
also, thanks to each of you who shared your favorite blogs with me (see
below). i am almost done visiting them and leaving comments...almost.
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Fri Dec 03, 2004
Let's Share
Leave a comment, share with me your favorite blog (other than your own,
of course), and tell me why you suggested the one you did. Fun.
I'll spend some time this weekend visiting. Cross my heart and hope to blog!
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Wed Dec 01, 2004
Blog Inspired
upon a visit to RedFairy i wrote the following...
and the journey continues.
she stood on the path. every muscle of her body screamed to breathe.
the hilt of her saber rested in her hand, all of her strength focused
on keeping it from falling to the ground to join her now vanquish foe.
how long had she prepared for this moment? how many leagues lay behind
her? her life, her very being had but one purpose: to rid herself and
those she loved of this foul beast's menace. now it was done. her lungs
heaved for air, crisp clean air, cool air. the racing of her heart
retreated now from its threat to explode within her chest. shattered
armor, torn clothes, ripped flesh...she stood, she lived. in the quiet
of her very soul she heard the voice speak. softly. like the stroke of
a lover's touch, the words spiral with her spirit toward the heavens,
"You are victorious."
Now free, she gathered her being and took the first step in the next
journey. uncertain of what would be next, she knew one fact, one stone
hard reality. She would be true to herself.
Watching from the shadows of the hill, a peaceful warrior yielded to a slight smile. He too was pleased.
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