HapPy tHankSgivinG

to aLL my aMeriCan fRienDs

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if you are travelling, pLease travel safely. don't eat the wHole turkey. & enjoy your tiMe with family and friends...

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gobble gobble

mj ;-)

unlock me

(water paint & paper details. MJ, 2008)
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knitting scissors

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my mother say when i was a child playing with water or scissors always calmed me down. (i wonder what that says of me…) one time i cut up one of her best knitting patterns

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photo of knitting pattern from amazon.com, vintage knitting patterns. photo of scissors by "peterbox" on flikr.com. self portrait & photo edit, MJ Calitz 2008.

drip me a butterfly

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...shred me a butterfly wing to use as a looking glass dripping purple & virginal on hearts cut of yellowed newspapers crying heavy fears of yesterdays sorrow…light me a tea candle floating b'tween rose petals moaning love & no no never leave…drip me an oil'd rainbow waxed lyrical like a symphony in black and pearls rolling on my tongue like a beautiful scream. then color me green...

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz 2008. Picture taken 09/02/08 at Goldengate Park San Fransisco. i just added some rain drops...

noT an aNgel oR a doLL

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she send me to boarding school. she send me to church. she fed me smiLey faces plucked from uNder her shoes. she said if i could pRetty pLease be a good girl
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then he painted me scaRLet with his fingers
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sHe said if i could pretty please be a good girl
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so i was. but i always dreamt of loVers in the backseats of fLying cars & peace held like stOnes in my palms. paint me a whore with a porcelain smiLe. glue me a maSk. or sunglasses covering my resTless eyes
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no. i neveR was an angel
and i couldn't be thiS…tHis porcelain doll
who couldn't speaK or eat or curse
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so i did things…things good girls no nEver would do. things i aLmost couldn't say out loud. i started to curse i stopped going to church. i tattooed things with wings on my skin so i wouldn't ever agaiN get confused. i took lovers. i took them deeP into my freckled souL as if finding hoMe. then i watched them fLy away like moths leaviNg my flame
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life is a journey. you chooSe
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& like a butterfLy in a glass bottle
i did what gooD girls do. i stayed
i stayed
i stayed
alive
sane
married
i capture mySelf (i set me fRee)
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i cHoose
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sometimes i think i'm bEautiful

& sometimes i think i'm loSt
& sometimes i find peace

like a smooth pebble inSide my palm
but always aLways, i am mE
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and there is so much moRe to say than i am nOt an angel.

oR a doll…
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(C) Copyright & collage MJ Calitz, 2008

i circle my moons

(oil pastels & water colors, 2008)

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leT iT sNoW

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firSt sNoW of tHe seAsoN, faLLinG oN thE grOunD

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WEATHER FORECAST 4 TODAY:

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Low 24F, High 37F

Feels like 32F

Occassional Snow Showers

Wind: Calm

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Pictures taken this morning

eyes 4c

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eyE see witH my Little i deeP iNtO youR windoWs & oPeN dooRs paiNtinG youR souLs all tHe coLors thaT eyeS can be. GReeN mE bLue i LoVe bRown & gRey are You. framed by lashes bLack blonde sasHes cuRLing liKe viNes & rambling rose aRouNd mY heaRt. arouNd inSide like wormS iNsidE appLes. yoUr i'S, theY wHispeR secReTs BeautiFul secrets uRgent seCrets disHeartened secreTs. muTe secRets. eNteR mE. nO neeD to sPeaK. eye sEE yOu through youR EyeS ReflectiNg t.r.u.e.

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz. poem & collage 2008

melt me

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i want to cuRl up on your pillow. meLt in your mouth...
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz 2008

hugging earth

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sunday afternoon. he shakes the tree. it rains leaves like hearts on fire like love letters kissing the earth like you made me feel alive. but winter is coming & leaves are dying. soon it will snow again and millions of tiny snowflakes will touch it's lips to the earth instead falling falling on the ground. not shattering, no. just softly gathering like filigree paper angels joined by the hands & layered ad infinitum. fast forward time. look love, they float. they form an ice blanket hugging earth. rewind. we sit on porch steps. i wrap my arms around him from behind. i kiss his neck even if he shivers. sun is warm today & earth is round. and you are never never and so far away…

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008. Winter photograph taken by David Calitz. Autumn photograph, self portrait & photo edits, MJ Calitz 2008.

soul wings

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i am daRk i am light
i'm mood swings & soul wings
i hurt & i smile i curse & i kiss
i ache i heal i fall i gEt up
i cry like a child i giggle (i do!)
i forGive
i grow like a weed, like a herb
i survive
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i am sweet i'm annoying
i'm stubborn i'm a pleaser
i'm an angel i'm nOt an angel
i'm restless i am free
i sulk i complain
i give thaNks i give joy
i want it (& i want in now)
i aSk questions
i get fRustrated i get answers
i get surprises
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i'm a rose in your nose
the thorn in your side
i doN't leave easily
i'm noT easy to leave
i feel too much
you cry, i cry
you shout, i shrivel
your anger iSn't mine
there's a time bomb in my head
peaCe in my soul
i talk too damn much
i don't say enough words
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i write poetry i aM poetry
i'm the words & the meanings,
the rhythm & the rhyme
i make aRt i am art maDe by god
i'm yellow paint on your fingers,
blood red on your heart
i'm a sTar i hitch rides on stars
i send kisses near & far
i need love (lots of it…
loVe me See me…)
i collect love like stamps
i make love i radiate love
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i'm fLawed i am perfect
i'm scared i am brave
i am sillY i am selfish
i'm sexy & such a bore
i'm a warrior & a peacemaker,
a prude & a whore
i'm wise i'm childish
i'm pRetty i'm a foOl
i'm a dreamer, a steamer,
a drama mama queener
i'm too loud i'm too small
i'm ugly and bEautiful
i'm naughty i'm a flirt
i'm critical & oh so sensible
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i grew up in a boX
there iS no box
i'm a prisoner of this body
my soul fLy free
i'm like you
i am different i am Me
i am particles of you
i Am god &godess
i'm so very human
i am mE
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz 2008. photo edit 2008.

to be a bird

(collage 2008)

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we are who we are

& "perfect" isn't the point

LIVING life is.
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EXPERIENCE everything

CREATE, even if you think it's silly

LOVE, even if you're scared

be you. be happy

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...and in the words of Armand in the movie CHOCOLAT, "don't worry so much about supposed too's"

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conversation

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your skin

is what i missed

before i met you
& for you,

my fingernails

are your skin

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so maybe we have a private language
that i haven't understood before now

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

in the city

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Chicago, Illinois

(i took these pictures from inside the car while we drove through the city)

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betWeen the eyeLashes

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e.n.e.r.g.y.
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in the sPaCe
betWeen the spaces
in the tiMe
between the times
that's wHere we send
our ecstacy, teaRs
& lies
that's where we meeT
soul kiSsing soul
poet
echoing pOet
in the song of lifE
that's wheRe we dance
slow & deep
that's where lovers plaY
teAsing chance
but soMetimes
aLL we leave beHind is
loNging & tEars
longing…
& teaRs
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i aM the universe &
she is you & me and everything we see
wE are her voiCe
so miNd what you sAy
what you thinK wHat you do

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heaL us
doN't hurt

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i left too many tears...

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i am too deep, stuck upside down inside this wound rooted only to the earth by my stubborn feet kicking you away like a silly dream. i hang from your fingertips your arms stretching over the top of the step ladder reaching for me through the camera lens. erased. no grip. you slide away & every time i start to heal i pick at the scabs. i bleed. i dig deeper. my fingers weep. but how deep is deep enough? & why does it feel so shallow if i'm drowning while i try to balance on an eyelash waiting for you to say something…
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waiting
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waiting
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but your lips seem to be sown together with the silence of a million hour hands ticking by…
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i slide
which side is up or down?

no grip
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i don't feel like this anymore. it's juSt a poem now and yet it's e.n.e.r.g.y too. energy felt by others and mirrored back in poetic tears...longing & tears. no more. don't hurt.

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let'S heal the world with loVe

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz. collages 2008

quoting evan

i have two quotes for you today. it's from the movie "the upside of anger." the story is about a woman and her daughters coping with the disappearance of the dad. evan rachel woods' character makes a documentary about love in the movie and she says two things that stuck with me for a few days...

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"people don't know how to love. they bite rather than kiss. they slap rather than stroke"

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painting daisies

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time has imprinted my eye with a million daisy petals plucked from your heart with hope growing roots in my feet, then leaving, then growing & fairy wings stretching, stretching me…pluck no more. i am tired of searching. tired of heartbreak.
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thiS is the picture i have painted…
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i am the painter
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then tell me, why does a white canvas intimidate me so?
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nO. doN't. say a word. i know the answer

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008. pictures taken & edited, 2008.

burst the bubble

(collage 2008)

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not a duck

(collage & edit, 2008)

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this morning i wondered...where did this painting come from? hmmm...maybe because i had a recent conversation with someone about the wiccan religion and a children's song that got stuck in my head called "eendjies, eendjies" (ducklings ducklings)...the song is about ducks walking in a row to the pond...one two three four/left right left right/very tame/no questions asked. i always pretended to be a duck to maintain the status quo...

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i call this photo "sometimes i swim upstream"

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quote of the day:

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"all i need is inside me"

- sinead o'connor. song: "i feel so different" -

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this music...sinead. album: "i do not want what i haven't got," tori amos: "little earthquakes," U2: "achtung baby"...it reminds me of my student years, more specifically graduation year, when i started to learn that

i don't have to walk in the row...

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vulnerable & centered

(apologies to those who read my blog via e-mail. i had to edit this one quite a few times...alignment and images that didn't want to be enlarged so it could be read, etc. sorry! & thank you SO much for reading...) i'm going in for surgery tomorrow and will take some time off to recover. in the mean time, have this…aLL of this

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technically this photograph is a flop, but i love it. i love that the sunset paints the ocean a soft golden hue. i love the silhouettes. but mostly i love the rainbow umbrella. beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yes? maybe it doesn't have to be so perfect always...maybe sometimes it can be a little dark or a little saturated…

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One of my creative muses, helenina, said this recently:
"…When we dare give birth to something and put it out there. make it real. Give it life. face it. we cannot protect it anymore. it's no longer a secret. No longer inside. You feel so weak then…"

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…i feel vulnerable some days when i share very personal things about myself, being so honest…naked. open for criticism. & it's not a secret anymore. i cannot pretend that it didn't happen. but i force myself to do this as much as possible because it keeps me authentic. and maybe through my vulnerability i give something back to the world…something you can relate to or something that helps you make more sense of your world…

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so, here is my vulnerability for today…i've been feeling a little out of sorts lately…just generally unbalanced and tired & not always liking myself. i attribute this to all that sensory overload on the road trip, being out of routine & sharing space (sometimes uncomfortably small spaces) with others for such a long time, the bleeding and side effects of medication. & loosing a friend…all this seems overwhelming to me at times specially coupled with my feelings of not enoughness sprouting & growing during this time.

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I kept a journal on the trip which helped me to unload on days when I needed it the most, burn some creative energy and have fun. Here is an extract about not liking myself on that specific day…I am not sharing this for the negative value of it, but so you'll understand at least some of my mindset before you read the rest…

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The next extract is me connecting threads in my head…asking questions, being brutally and sometimes embarrassingly honest, finding my own answers (sometimes) and just trying to make sense of too many thoughts flowing together. It's about concepts such as selfish vs. centered, dreamer vs. reality, fears & loving yourself. Yes, it's long-ish (one page) and very personal, but I will take a chance here and share it with you because maybe it makes something fall into place for you if you have similar questions. Something i did not discuss here but that made me think about "our children" was a conversation i had with my sister in law about the children becoming more emphatic on much deeper levels than we are and in fact their generation is being called things like "indigo kids", but who will help them make sense of these emotions if we are too busy trying to look so politically & morally correct?

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Click on this link to read:

http://picasaweb.google.com/SmileGRL34/WRapYOurLeGsARouNdTHis?authkey=cULIu9kP0MY#5259664811861487458

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so i made this picture with my imperfect beach photograph...

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i embrace my imperfection
it is okay to be me
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even if i am sometimes not my sunny side
even if i am loved differently than what i expected
i will always be me
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and that is okay
it is enough
it is what it should be
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i'm learning that there really is no prince charming on a white horse that's going to come save me (not just from my marriage, but from my life). i'm trying to be more present in my life right now. give it a chance. not just pack up and go find greener grass because i think i'm supposed to be loved differently. no. my life isn't that bad. it's just not what i expected it to be. and maybe i need to put on different glasses and re-evaluate things...

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i am loved by my husband and he is very much my safety net on more levels than one

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yesterday i read an article on the internet from redbook magazine, "8 things no one tells you about marriage" here's a link: http://www.redbookmag.com/love-sex/advice/no-one-tells-marriage?ha=1 this part made me think:

"...once you let go of all the hokey stories of eternal bliss, you find that the reality of marriage is far richer and more rewarding than you ever could have guessed. Hard, yes. Frustrating, yes. But full of its own powerful, quiet enchantments just the same, and that's better than any fairy tale..."

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i will leave you on this note and share again in a few days. be well & be loved

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(C) MJ Calitz. pictures taken & edited 2008