Tag: chana
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September 09, 2009 07:54 PM EDT --
Chana, I lift my wine glass to you and say, "This one is for you!"
You promised me a poem and the last thing you said to me was, "Janie, I haven't forgotten! I'll write . . .
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September 12, 2009 04:49 PM EDT --
Last night, I went into this excellent place to chat with my friends because I was feeling a little down in the dumps.
I knew that they would cheer me up or, at best, help . . .
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October 17, 2009 02:10 PM EDT --
Sitting here in front of my computer, I hear this song, Walk away, Renee.
I remember several months ago, Chana posted this song from YouTube! Now, everytime I hear it, I . . .
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September 10, 2009 10:15 PM EDT --
There...used to be a greying tower, alone on the sea.
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September 12, 2009 04:44 PM EDT --
Light, not nary, the dark;
Not scary, not fearful, in my eyes:
A tearful,
A fistful
Of dreams, though not many,
It seems...
It seems quite rushed, the
Whispers, not hushed;
Her . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:02 PM EDT --
Peace, faith, love, hope, fear,
Chana's soul poetry lives,
We wish you were here.
(c) Stacey "Mamasaid" D. 2009 All Rights Reserved
I was devastated to discover . . .
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September 09, 2009 08:10 PM EDT --
Join me in adding a toast to Chana ...
photo courtesy of morgueFile
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September 10, 2009 10:32 AM EDT --
Chana once wrote a review of a movie that moved her a lot, a science fiction movie called Equilibrium. Since today's science fiction films usually aren't very moving, it really caught my eye. . . .
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September 16, 2009 09:57 PM EDT --
Every once in a while
I visit Mrs. Peel, just to remember you.
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September 10, 2009 07:48 AM EDT --
I am still in disbelief at her passing... Chana was one of those very rare people with such kindness and humbleness in her soul.
Creative, sensitive, nurturing and a very, very special spirit...
I'm . . .
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September 09, 2009 09:22 PM EDT --
She was a friend
I hadn't met
Beyond the confines
of cyberspace
She had a voice
I'd never heard
But her song
was loud and clear
She reached . . .
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September 09, 2009 03:48 PM EDT --
Chana w. Streaker
My friends, please bear with me, I have not taken the time to pre-compose this message and words are eluding me faster than my thoughts . . .
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September 12, 2009 03:51 PM EDT --
Heidi and Chana, laughing in a tree...
shadows on an F-I-E-L-D...
first comes dusk...
then comes nary...
then comes airing of the things once buried... . . .
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September 10, 2009 01:32 AM EDT --
Chanochka, my dear and beloved friend -
I can't believe that you're no more with us. I can't even begin to say how many times you were here for me, to offer your kind encouragement and . . .
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December 22, 2009 10:07 PM EST --
Just a little while ago, dear sweet Kathryn shared something that brought Chana to my mind. Honestly, she's always just below the surface these days. The other night I reread her post from a year ago . . .
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May 23, 2009 04:22 AM EDT --
I got this fropm Holly K. , who got it from Rae M. .
Directions: You just google "(Your First Name) needs" and check out the first ten links that come up. It can be pretty funny as you can see . . .
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September 11, 2009 11:49 PM EDT --
Invisible threads created an inseparable bond.
Reclusive poets forged a bridge to sisterhood.
United by depression, we two could relate.
Our insomniac madness led to incessant chatter.
Laughter . . .
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February 22, 2009 12:01 PM EST --
The first thing I did this morning was: Run for the bathroom.
My strength is: being a good listener.
My weakness is: believing just about everything I'm told.
I feel like a . . .
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May 02, 2009 01:54 PM EDT --
I am a precious jewel, a rare blue diamond.
You can only find me in a museum under thick glass protected by alarms.
Your grinding saw will never cut my throat.
I am an exquisite ambrosial flower, one . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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