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About Cynthia

I am a textile artist, embroiderer, wood burner, costumer, painter, and weaver who sees magic and change in the chain stitch and a well done Palestrina knot. I wish I had more control over the ways of the human world but alas, all I can control are my actions and my attitude in life and the consistency of my stitches. And sometimes even that doesn’t pan out as hoped and I must rip rip rip.

Cancer for the week

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From Rob Brezsny’s Free Will Astrology

How well are you capitalizing on this year’s unique opportunities, Cancerian? Now that we’re halfway through 2008, let’s take an inventory. I’m hoping that six months from now, you will look back and make the following declaration: “This year I discovered everything that’s important to know about what I don’t need and who I don’t want to be. That’s one of the important reasons why — hallelujah! — I’ve learned to avoid the suffering that comes from wishing my life were different from how it actually is. I’m more at peace with my soul’s idiosyncratic destiny than I’ve ever been.”

I think I’m passing with flying colors.  Woot!

High as a kite.  Soaring even…

Daily Coyote and friends

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It’s time to post about some of my fav blogs. Today will be the daily photo blogs…

Daily Coyote is #1 of all time for me. I check this blog every day even if I don’t have time to check any others. I live to see Charlie and sometimes Eli. Today was an extra treat because the author has a new puppy.

Beyond the Fields We Know ~ KerrdeLune lives away from the city and its lights and is an amazing photographer. What a treat.

Bountiful Healing ~ Today’s lovely is lettuce…

Litha Blessings

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I live in a lovely city. Not only is it a beautiful place to live but we are an eclectic bunch. Per capita we have more newspaper readers, more red wine drinkers, and more coffee houses than anywhere else in the county. Last I read. Bleeding heart liberal tree hugging pagans at heart of it. Much of Seattle lives (except the silly corporate clones and wannabees) and I do mean LIVES for the Fremont Summer Solstice Parade. It is a total hoot. But everyone’s favorite part?

THE BUCKNAKED BICYCLISTS

This about says it all

To see the full frontals and other awesome pics, visit this fabulous pbase site from Damkader, Fremont Solstice Parade 2007

Free as a Bird

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I feel like myself again! I’m smiling at people again. I’m laughing. I’m talking to strangers. It’s good to be home again. I was even able to be nice this morning to the one person who being nice to has been so hard. Is that a sentence? A grammatically correct sentence? Do we care? No.

I decided on my drive home last night that I needed to mark this occassion with a treat. That this was a huge step in my life, off the steepest legal* cliff so far (well except for that adoption but I digress), and I needed to mark it. If I was Johnny Depp I’d get a new tattoo but I’m allergic to the nickle in tatto ink alas and I can’t drink so what were my options in the moment on the fly. I had a huge bag of books ready to go to half-price books conveniently in the back seat. Turned the car around et voila!

*many illegal cliffs in my past, it’s a wonder I’m free at all!

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Realizations

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OMG. I just saw something. TVI is afraid of me/us. OMG. That is what his problem is. He’s scared to death. That is what God’s Rottweiler sees in their meetings. Fear. O. M. G.

That is the saddest thing of all. Deserving of sympathy. Indeed it is. How awful it must be to live in his skin. What happens when he goes home? I can only allow myself all of 5 seconds to try and sit in that place. It is so screamingly unbearable that I can’t bear to be there. How does he live there for such long periods? The sad thing is that I can imagine. I lived in fear for years. And I did want a lot of pity because of it. But I thought everyone lived like that. I thought it was what made the world go round. And on some planes that is true. Continue reading →