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Thursday, March 27, 2003

 
I am missing my daughter tonight, sweet dreams to Bella from her mom!
freezengirl 10:30 PM

 
I wanted to post this URL before I forgot. This is a wonderful magazine for young girls, I wish there had been something around like this when I was a young girl. New Moon For Girls
freezengirl 10:27 PM

 
One of my favorite poems by Robert Frost


ROBERT FROST
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

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freezengirl 1:50 AM

 
I have started two flats of plants in my seedling nursery beds. They are sitting in my empty living room, on the floor. It is a happy reminder that life goes on. Tomorrow is another poetry day, I wonder what we will discuss. The thing that I like most about poetry is how you can read a poem over and over through the years, and at different times it will have completely different impact. I was thumbing through our text and was suprised how many of the poems I knew or had read at one time or another. I guess buying all those used textbooks in garage sales paid off. I think that reading has been one of my most enduring pleasures throughout my life. It astounds me still that there are people who hate to read. Goodnight World.
freezengirl 1:08 AM

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

 
Another link to explore when it isn't so late. Coping admirably
freezengirl 10:20 PM

 
I was cruising through the world of blogs site and came across this link that looks like fun. The Red Kitchen It was actually the title of the blog that caught my eye. I enjoy cooking and red is my favorite color. I always wanted a kitchen with a ruby red floor. I have no idea why, I just think it would be fun!
freezengirl 9:44 PM

Monday, March 24, 2003

 
I forgot to post the link so here goes Universal Declaration of Human Rights
freezengirl 11:58 PM

 
Eleanor Roosevelt is my idea of someone to emulate. This is one of my favorite quotes of hers:

Eleanor Roosevelt

"Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home - so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any maps of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person; the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he attends; the factory, farm, or office where he works. Such are the places where every man, woman, and child seeks equal justice, equal opportunity, equal dignity without discrimination. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere. Without concerted citizen action to uphold them close to home, we shall look in vain for progress in the larger world."

Eleanor Roosevelt

I was talking tonight with a young student from another country. We were talking of the concept of justice, what it means to each of us personally as filtered through out cultural heritage, sex and age (I am twice as old as he is) and life experiances. Our discussions can get quite lively on occasion though tonight was a little more somber then usuall. He was kind of upset because I was trying to explain why I choose to fight some battles and let others go. At this stage of my life, I may have to pick my battles but that in no way diminishes my passion for what I believe in.

In any event our discussion made me think of Mrs. Roosevelt. She had thought her contributions to the public were in the past, to connected with the life and death of her husband. Yet Eleanor Roosevelt helped to create this wonderful Declaration of Human Rights and exempified for all of her life the passionate convictions that she held most dear.





freezengirl 11:31 PM

Sunday, March 23, 2003

 
Where does your creative self come from and what does it look like?



My creative self comes from hours spent under bed sheets with a contraband flashlight needing, reading words of worlds not my own! I feel my sisters warm backside and her snuffy breathing snores as I try to keep my eyes open for just one more line… no, just one more line.
My creative self looks like bleary gray blue shadows under my eyes as my thoughts race like crazy and sleep, well it’s just an illusion.
Sleeping, dreaming, it’s all the same to me. The breathless stillness of the night incubates my thoughts, protecting then from the harshness of the days light.
I am the sleepwalker, eyes closed to the world, turned to inward to be aware of anything but the quickening of my blood as neurons collide.
I reach again for a cigarette. Oh that’s right, I no longer smoke.
“Oh shit,” I think as I pace.
I hug myself to ward off my chill.

freezengirl 2:54 AM