November 26, 2011
November 26, 2011 Candace Morris 5 Comments
Back to feeling thankful for the human body I have.
Therefore, in the midst of this very confusing mental dialogue, I find it especially rewarding when I am made newly aware of the awe of the human body, decaying and fleeting though it be.
It costs me much, and I have more caveats than acceptance of the notion, but I again say to the cosmos and to you, I am thankful for this body.
Hope your Thanksgiving was meaningful, at the very least.
November 23, 2011
November 23, 2011 Candace Morris 8 Comments
the healing properties of tea
November 16, 2011
November 16, 2011 Candace Morris 3 Comments
I love it when Jennifer and Olive come to visit. Since they moved back to California in April, much to the family's sadness, Jennifer and Olive have been able to get back up about once a month to ease our pain.
Not only do I love that Jennifer does the dishes when she's home (and a myriad of other chores we all hate but now have to do in her absence), but I love that after dinner, no matter the evening, almost all in attendance enjoy a cup of tea. I like to wander to Jean's china cabinet and chose a tea-cup from her lovely and eclectic collection. I daresay it's one of those small, profound pleasures that I live for.
Last night, Miss Olive joined in the festivites.
What joy was mine,
I have spent my day in the pleasant, beguiling company of my truest comrades - words. Speaking them, hearing them, researching them, scribbling them in and out of existence. Their demanding precision is killing me; which is the best possible death for a literati.
November 12, 2011
November 12, 2011 Candace Morris 3 Comments
I have walked my day among the bloody, brazen graveyard of fall's foliage. I observe the decay and pull my cowl closer in smug confidence, resisting the ubiquitous temptation to capture the beauty with a camera. This time, I know there will be more colored leaves, more photographs, more pretties than I can imagine.
I know this isn't my last chance.
The flippant faith that there will be more seasons is the very definition of hope.
I am entitled to a little less intention, a small pour of taking it for granted.
These are the permissions afforded to me today.
on the up and up
November 08, 2011
November 08, 2011 Candace Morris 8 Comments
I began this process standing on solid high-rise, a weapon of destruction handed to me by the very things I doubted. Despite my best efforts to ignore the need to deconstruct everything I loved, I still I distrusted the stability; I needed to destroy it in order to test its substance. The fear of hurting others in this process with my flying debris, or that I wouldn't be able to put any of this chaos back together, paralyzed me for much of the process. I pushed through, but as usual, my soul didn't give me a choice. Its message has always been very clear: Engage or die.
I had no guarantee that I would find him here, and I am tremendously relieved that we've been given more time to be together.
I admire him so,
Half an hour per day to keep the angst away
November 03, 2011
November 03, 2011 Candace Morris 3 Comments
These questions and much more
Soon to come.
The timer is set.
Welcome to 30-minutes a day.
November 02, 2011
November 02, 2011 Candace Morris 8 Comments
It was a graveyard smash...
November 01, 2011
November 01, 2011 Candace Morris 1 Comments
Bonjour & welcome
Saint Theresa newly adorns my green room. I'm in love with a new muscle T-shirt I found second-hand. I showed them to her last week wh...
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