Kris's blog

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o my....my little one is grown and she is coming of age...i see rainbows, shorter hair, a masculinity emerging, an individual expressing herself and I'm proud to be her mother.

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Madamoiselles

Hatties

what it is to be punished

for what i cannot make disappear, for what lingers through my life, setting me up for surprises of torment, puzzles with missing pieces...
i hear 'no's shouting. i have a mental illness.

because of this:

i am not permitted to adopt

yet, i have a 17 year old daughter who is quite amazing

punish me for what i have no control over

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years go by will i still be waiting for somebody else to understand?
years go by...if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head
years go by will i choke on my tears 'till finally there's nothing left?
one more casuality you know we're too easy, easy, easy....
these little earthquakes
here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

-tori amos
Little Earthquakes

heh heh

it has always existed

there are certain melodies, tones, the most beautiful heaven of sounds floating through my tunnels

and for this I am thankful

and a Marc Chagall quote:

"f I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing."
 

current space

fluctuation
change
love
anxiety
excitement
passionate
leaving a comfort zone
saying goodbyes

never liked those

bonnes nouvelles in Breaux Bridge

weekend in Cajun land -   (memories of you m&s!we will go soon!)

so some pics:

Sat_cajun1

we walked into a coffee shop and found this...

the unique sounds of authentic Cajun music 

Lifelong_love

 

Sat_cajun2

1200yrs

This Cypress is 1,200 years old!

Heartcabin

and this was a little tiny antique cabin which was falling apart...see, there's a little heart on the door

Cracklinking

needless to say, great weekend

no place like it at all

ancient purity

Newlillies

moon-lit lillies...

Treecross1

looks almost like it is branded onto the tree

Lilycolor1

and this is my first lily in color
and a special lily indeed

unravel

While you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn

the Devil collects it with a grin
our love, in a ball of yarn
He'll never return it

So when you come back
we'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

So when you come back
we will have to make new Love

Bjork wrote that beautiful song (from her album Homogenic)

Thom Yorke claims it as his favorite song ever

miracles

happen

they really do