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Some of you will soon find out that I love Purple. Violet. Lavender. Ultraviolet. Blueish-purple. What I really love is purple roses. Not photo-shopped ones; the real deal. Is there such a thing? Not yet, but my seeking goes on.

In the interim, as I seek out the perfect purple hue, I keep myself busy writing poetry, and painting poems, and carving the matrix of Gaia with her blessings.

I am building a tree of poems, my poet-tree, and I continue my project of a multi-verse of sound, sight and emotion by weaving my words, images and music into a multimedia creation that I call Poetage. It is a pottage of all my creative ingredients, a collage, a compilation, a moving of one medium into another, bound into a work of art that can be experienced with as many of the six senses as I can include.

May Brighid's blessings be
as you read to you from me.

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Oh where oh where did my little blog go, oh where oh where could it be?

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