I think it just hit me, how much we have all lost.
and it's really, really sad for one collection of like minded and like hearted people to lose that much love, to dissolve that much respect and history.
(nothing is irreversible)
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Showing posts with label missing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label missing. Show all posts
10.12.2011
6.14.2011
5.06.2011
4.02.2011
dreamlife/reallife
your absence pervades my dreams
I searched for you for hours last night
and woke up
again and again
confused
at being
alone in our bed
I searched for you for hours last night
and woke up
again and again
confused
at being
alone in our bed
Labels:
a pair of thieves,
hauntings,
missing,
strange times
3.13.2011
3.08.2011
happy international women's day
thinking of all of the beautiful women in my life today
I'm blessed with so many
and you are all meaningful people in my life
keeping me grounded
lifting me up
thankyou for everything
my grandmother, Natalie Arbuckle (nee Natulka Yarme), a few days before she passed.
(June 2005)
Bobka you will always be in my heart and mind as the hell-raising opinionated hilarious and sweet woman you always have been.
Labels:
adoration,
celebration,
lucky me,
missing
3.01.2011
2.23.2011
what my girlhood dreams were made of
the pas de deux from Carmen, with Karen Kain as the prima
Carmen was always the naughtiest of the classical ballets. I was the kid who got kicked out of class for messy hair-buns or laughing during barre or forgetting my tights. When I got older and developed a charming I-dont-give-a-shit attitude we used to do a shot of whiskey before class. You can see why Carmen kinda spoke to me.
some call it nostalgia. I still want red pointe shoes.
Carmen was always the naughtiest of the classical ballets. I was the kid who got kicked out of class for messy hair-buns or laughing during barre or forgetting my tights. When I got older and developed a charming I-dont-give-a-shit attitude we used to do a shot of whiskey before class. You can see why Carmen kinda spoke to me.
some call it nostalgia. I still want red pointe shoes.
2.07.2011
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