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Once Upon A Time

Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch


Once upon a time, there was a girl, who lived in the land of dreams unreal.

Once upon time her hopes had diedm no one left to hear her futile cry. No place left to hide.

Once upon a dream a man would come and give her everything she wants and loves.  But in the morning she’ll awake and bitterness will surround her.

Once upon a time Cinderella said to Snow White  “How did love get so off course.  All I wanted was  a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.  Ride me off into the sunset.  Baby I’m forever yours.

Once Upon A Time……..



I stand before you now…

Posted in Uncategorized on May 31, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

I stand before you now…

I am here to greet you…

for as long as this eternity is…

I have failed to meet you

You look old

You seem wise

your gaze is distant

Can you meet my eyes?

We stare at the reflections, blinded by the truth in our eyes… the mirrored walls capture the pairs, the countless futures hidden behind so many eternal ties… Oh mirror, oh mother, oh sister, oh lover… where have you taken my sight, my future, my plight… when will it all seem right?

Where does the gaze travel? So far art thou eyes

Where does the truth wander? Over countless horizons, over infinite skies…

So I beseech thee to answer… can you meet my eyes… can you look into your future and see where it is my future lies… for this is me as well as thee… for this sight is mine by any given rite… who are you to hold my life? Who are you, if not me by sight?

oh so naked

Posted in Uncategorized on May 29, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

oh so naked

That’s the only word I can think of to describe me at this moment.

Naked. To me it means: vulnerable, empty, full, scared, joyful, alive, alone, serious, carefree. It is my word to encompass my paradox.

I spew words that indicate openess, strength and wisdom…and then I hide behind them.

I color canvas then hide behind my art.

I reveal my beauty and then hide behind my mask.

I work for myself and hide behind my suit.

Now, the trick is to embrace the paradox fully and keep working on not holding myself back. I’m afraid of being rejected because of my intensity, divinity. It happens often.

Me, the hardass: But, so what? It’s not like I haven’t rejected myself so many times. Why would it matter more when the rejection comes from others?
Me, the gentle lover: It doesn’t. It’s only my projection. The rejection comes from within. The without is my way of bringing it to my attention.

Well, I am paying attention now.


Posted in Uncategorized on May 28, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

There are places we go and places we need to go. They are similar. They both fascinate us and thrill us and also terrify us. Spiny urchins with unforgettable foibles chuckle at our fear, or knock in the night. (play dramatic, clutching string chord, perhaps a nice healthy 13th cluster, with vigorous tremolo, diminuendoing to background) We fear the unknown, lurking, well… unknown, beneath the surface, beneath our physical lives and in our psychic lives. “Could you pass the pickles? I love those Kosher dills!” We are hard wired to ignore a lot.

Learning is doing and letting. When we face what we fear, we learn. To learn we must let. To let we must trust. To trust we must believe. And it goes on, until we get to experience. When we experience, we find change, it begins to carry more weight. When we see things as they are we admit they are absolutely new. Sure, there are patterns. Like spirals and swirls and hatcheted hounds tooth patterns looming over the surface. What I mean is the raw, visceral newness, like opening a new box of Cheerios. It’s not pretty. Accepting and opening to everything is daunting, terrifying. But it can happen. And it needs to be acknowledged, heightened, fleshed, lived, feared.

The Moment

Posted in Uncategorized on May 27, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

“… the only time you ever have in which to learn anything or see anything or feel anything, or express any feeling or emotion, or respond to an event, or grow, or heal, is this moment, because this is the only moment any of us ever gets. You’re only here now; you’re only alive in this moment.”

— Jon Kabat-Zinn

Many people regularly squander their time. They live under the assumption that they’ll live forever. As a result, they don’t value the present as a precious opportunity that will never come again.

Others continually race against time, trying to cram too many activities into each hour, and suffering stress in the process.

In our view, we are more effective and most happy when we balance being and doing. We continually ask ourselves what’s most important to get done. And we’re learning to BE — fully present — when we do. We also regularly give ourselves permission to relax.

Make today really matter. It’s all you’ll ever have.

“Very few of us know how much we can put into life if we use it properly, wisely, and economically. Let us economize our time — lifetimes ebb away before we wake up, and that is why we do not realize the value of the immortal time God has given us.”

— Paramahansa Yogananda

Posted in Uncategorized on May 26, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

What if I should fall right through the center of the earth… oh, and come out the other side, where people walk upside down.

~ Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland


Whiskey, Sherry, Rum and Me:)

Posted in Uncategorized on May 25, 2009 by moragglimmerwitch

Gotcha, didn’t I ?

Here you were saying to yourselves, “but she RARELY drinks alcohol !”

What gives ? Has she sunk into the pit of temptation ? Decided to have Hollywood’s idea of fun after all – the familiar story before the rehab ending ?

No, to the above, I’m still not into alcohol. Well, not to drink it neat that is, or blended.

Margarita, schmargarita. Daquiri, notforme.

But mixed with butter and sugar and heavy cream, and put in a pot under low heat and stirred continuously until it starts to simmer ?

And then poured over bread pudding ? Or added to a cake ? Or included in the glaze that gets drizzled over a dessert ?

Oh my, count me in 🙂

I never thought I’d like the stuff. I never dreamed I’d LOVE the stuff. But I could lick the wooden stirring spoon all night long and beg for more.


And I still am totally apathetic about alcohol in general. Go figure !