Letters to Melissa, Overtime, and Serving on “the floor.”

It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..

and that is who she was.

How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..

and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?

Aun Aqui

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Consulting my mind, and understanding my perspective (just exploring, and writing “it” out – yesterday, weeks ago, and next November). Dogs, houses – school and candy.

  into the arms of make-believe, you find your solace there cuddled in a hazy inbetween, like you hardly know you’re there   -Aun Aqui 1/7/2011. This is just a streaming entry “of the present;” not copying anything I’ve written down in the past week.. nothing old, this will all be new (unless I decide […]

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Two dogs: breathing in, and letting it out; monsters under the bed (and outside the door); Tennesseee, Monday through Friday, and Buying In Bulk.

This is a (now, old) entry beginning on 12/13 and ending on 12/17. It’s followed by an “update.” Author’s note: This journal entry takes course over the period of 5 days (due to hectic life).  Hopefully the awkward breaks will make more sense now, with that thought in mind. -Aun Aqui ******************* 12/13 I’m always here.  Most […]

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“Getting out and staying alive.” Matthew 6:25-34.. a deduction and application. (“Forever Lost It’s Way,” AA)

Getting the heck out of “here.”  11/2/2010.  Sitting at Panera, reading Matthew 6:31,32, and 33. “Take no thought saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What withal (with what) shall we be clothed’? For after all those things do the Gentiles seek: for your heavenly Father knoweth ye have need of […]

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“Wednesday,” and what that means; CB, Panera, teaching class, grocery shopping, and sanitation buckets. (Why can’t I just strum and sing?)

Today is Wednesday. At Cracker Barrel, that means that a herd of elderly folk will be rushing through the swinging wooden doors to claim their personal, weekly chicken pot pie (with which comes no sides, because the vegetables are IN the pie). At Panera, that means garden vegetable with pesto soup is available and is […]

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