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- amy frances
- Art is how I make love to the earth. Wine is how the earth makes love to me. I practice yoga because, as Ani DiFranco has said, all that steel and stone are no match for the air, my friend; what doesn't bend breaks. Everything I do I do fiercely. I think in pictures, see in layers, hear in whispers, and feel in torrents. My mind never halts. My heart never yields. My soul is never sated. Beauty and love are my food and drink. God inhabits my inner, silent sanctum. I place my faith in paradox. I carry my friends with me, ever and always. There is no better partner than my husband.
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I started tearing up about 30 seconds in. All I could think was how strong and fragile and beautiful she was. And then when it got to the end...yeah, basically lost it.
I love the idea of these listening circles. It's actually something along the lines of what I've been contemplating starting myself. I strongly suggest you look up the podcast called, "The Moth." Spine-tingling stuff.
Wasn't it beautiful? I was spellbound. I'll look up that podcast. If you visit that blog, the very next post is a series of clips of that woman talking about life in Whitehorse, where she grew up. It's breathtaking.
It's too dang bad you live so far away. You and Tamie would get along swimmingly (she's the author of that blog—Jon Erdman's fiance).
And yeah, isn't that circle a brilliant idea? It's a brilliant idea. I recall that there was a group on my college campus that did something of that sort, but when I was 20 I was too much of a rabid fundamentalist to listen to anyone. My loss, dude. My loss.
But now. If you start one, I'm there. So worth the drive.
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