Tag: awakenings
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February 25, 2007 11:31 PM EST --
Burn down the trees! Set traps for all the woodland creatures! I hate nature!
At least, I did at seven am this morning when an overenthusiastic squirrel woke me from my sound and comfortable sleep by . . . more
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April 21, 2006 10:09 AM EDT --
Shown here is dopamine, which is deficient in Parkinson's disease. One theory is that there is a toxin which kills dopamine neurons. In fact, it could be like fratricide. In other words, dopamine . . . more
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July 30, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
Or give up.
This morning, I was rudely awakened by the phone ringing loudly. I jumped up, found my glasses (I’m totally blind without them) and ran to the desk, two rooms away. By the . . . more
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February 27, 2007 12:27 PM EST --
(a continuation of the saga of Laura's anti-nature rant. furry terrorist provided by http://sugarbushsquirrel.com/ )
I was really, really exhausted yesterday, so today while L's . . . more
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November 08, 2006 07:17 AM EST --
Sunlit touches of golden glaze
Upon the branches of colorful trees;
Autumn's ballet of
The whispering leaves;
Harvest full and plenty.
God's gaze upon us all
Thanks . . . more
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April 22, 2006 01:12 PM EDT --
Shown here is the brilliant neurologist Oliver Sacks, author of "Awakenings" and various other neurology books. Awakenings is about the drug L-dopa. It is a rare case of a neurology book . . . more
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July 07, 2008 04:36 PM EDT --
Because of the late rains, the oak leaves still shine and look new as they did in May. The grasses have not survived the several weeks of sunshine so well, though, and bend in burnt gold around the dusty . . . more
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April 23, 2006 11:15 AM EDT --
Do not be dismayed if you don't understand all this. Only the good Lord understands everything about dopamine. If we knew it all, we might be able to cure several diseases, including Tourette . . . more
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November 16, 2006 05:18 PM EST --
sunrise light my uplifted face
let me feel you caress me
as you warm my soul
darkness is beheaded
are you here for me?
I welcome you with open heart
slender rays cut the string
let night die again
does . . . more
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October 10, 2006 01:45 PM EDT --
Sunday morning I woke to find a palomino horse in my back yard. About eight o'clock I'd let my dog, Rita, out of the garage and she immediately began barking warnings, so I followed . . . more
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May 08, 2007 01:50 PM EDT --
On a sunny morning in October, 2002, I got a call from a fellow at the New York Times asking if I were the rosary lady. What? . . . more
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August 07, 2007 11:58 PM EDT --
Night is crawling from
the hall
A petrified man
with a knife in
his hand...
She's too scared to
scream
Her mouth opens
but she utters nothing
She can only run
far into the street . . . more
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January 08, 2007 04:04 PM EST --
I am getting tired of people who go through peoples posted pics and articles and just vote 1 all the way through. They don't leave comments, or feedback, are not artists or poets, they just find . . . more
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October 16, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Waves call me to my origins.
They are the waves of my blood; the waves of my breath, my thoughts, my emotions; the cycles of my creations; the tides of sleep and waking, of my watery dreams.
Waves bear . . . more
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September 14, 2007 12:06 PM EDT --
John, who is essentially a Minnesota boy though he lived all those years in California, has caught the winterizing bug. Batten down the hatches! Yesterday morning he drove the Mule down the hill to the . . . more
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June 22, 2007 07:36 PM EDT --
Following is an excerpt from the fourth Mystery of Light, the Transfiguration. It can be found in its entirety in CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES, Copyright, Christin Lore Weber. 2007. Published by Yes Internation . . . more
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June 02, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
Last night, June 1. I was supposed to be in Minnesotagiving a talk and introducing my new book, CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES. But my husband’s health emergency kept me home. Dear friends from Minneapolis, . . . more
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February 19, 2006 02:12 AM EST --
I do not want merely to live; I want to engage life. I want to squeeze life like a tree-ripened orange, to carry life like a child. I want life to be my lover. I want to breathe deeply and fill my lungs . . . more
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May 10, 2007 12:23 PM EDT --
The flight from New York to San Francisco pitched and lost altitude. Jan grabbed the arm rests of her seat, and the woman next to her grabbed her rosary. “Wish I had one of those!” It startled . . . more
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September 28, 2008 03:10 PM EDT --
I just came inside from a few minutes on the hammock. My new Chi-Po, Little Mo, and I had just made our migration around the yard, and I'd hooked his leash onto the hammock chain, realizing that I'd . . . more
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