tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17116608498711945572017-10-14T03:08:50.675-07:00Zenslaw - Everything you've ever believed, shredded and mixed with mayo...KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-23778209917174424742012-05-15T19:42:00.000-07:002012-05-15T19:42:09.942-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYuq_fxDMsk/T7MR9MntgHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aQvOvQZExcM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYuq_fxDMsk/T7MR9MntgHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aQvOvQZExcM/s400/photo.JPG" width="75" /></a></div><br />To really enjoy what you have...<br /><br />And not just enjoy it...<br /><br />But to hold still...<br /><br />Let it sink into your bones...<br /><br />Breathe it into your soul...<br /><br />Enjoy...<br /><br />Touch...<br /><br />Feel...<br /><br />Love...<br /><br />You realize how lucky you really are...<br /><br /><br />KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-23108049218273928542012-05-09T06:57:00.001-07:002012-05-09T06:57:39.203-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/7164697400/" title="Shadows by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="Shadows" height="320" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5450/7164697400_5d00920ff9_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />And it's usually a simple one...<br /><br />If I turn the white hot light of hindsight onto the present and let it burn away all the pretty excuses...<br /><br />I am left with the obvious...<br /><br />If you wanted to, you would...<br /><br />You haven't... so...KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-64027187378580227502012-05-04T21:05:00.002-07:002012-05-04T21:05:50.734-07:00I really do...<br /><br />This year will be the first time in 30 years that I don't go see my mommy!!&nbsp;<br /><br />Ok, I think I missed one...&nbsp; I don't remember why... But my mom was so sad I vowed never to do it again... Ever...<br /><br />I'm not sure how to do this...<br /><br />I'm really not...KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-25159547750298928252012-05-01T06:52:00.001-07:002012-05-01T06:52:28.128-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/7131816517/" title="2/365 - Brave Face by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="2/365 - Brave Face" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7176/7131816517_5b110e1889.jpg" width="500" />&nbsp;</a><br />I really wish the rain would stop...&nbsp; I need some sunshine...KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-76796159706787572812012-04-30T14:42:00.000-07:002012-04-30T14:44:36.386-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img height="200" id="il_fi" src="http://dump.slickhouse.com/lazlow/pc/pink/pinkledmarked.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="200" />&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wind blowing through sand...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Clearing the dust and debris of too many things gone not-quite-right...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Leaving behind a tiny pink point of light...</div><div style="text-align: left;">And a wish to love you for who you are...</div><div style="text-align: left;">For what this is... </div><div style="text-align: left;">Nothing more...</div><div style="text-align: left;">For always...<br /><br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo: Googled, from <a href="http://www.bit-tech.net/hardware/%20">here</a></span></i></div>KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-45368244176404350692012-04-27T13:52:00.002-07:002012-04-27T13:52:56.933-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Rb4lgOiHBZo?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Soft...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Light...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Balance...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Relax...</div>KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-31469153228483797772012-04-26T11:33:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:40:22.776-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/JQm1OmLMNno?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote class="tr_bq">on a chair with a dead magazine...</blockquote></div>I'm working on a choreographed routine for our summer showcase (yes, I said showcase, as in I'm performing (who IS this person???)), and we decided to do a combination Viennese/Argentine Vals. I'm just learning Vals and no one else at my studio even dances it, so that makes it even COOLER to do as a show piece.&nbsp; Then it came time to decide on a song... MY song... One I get to choose...<br /><br />But what song?&nbsp; It couldn't be something typical...&nbsp; Go original or go home I say...&nbsp; It couldn't be something light and happy and cotton candy pink (never mind about the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/7116336971/">dress</a>, I'm trying to make a statement here).&nbsp; It needed to be something dark, something complicated, something real.<br /><br />My first choice was Hallelujah (of course).&nbsp; Right timing and everything... But the Jeff Buckley version was too irregularly timed to waltz to... So we tried Alexandra Burke... Right timing but...&nbsp; A show tune?&nbsp; I can't dance to a show tune...&nbsp; A big band happy production of a song that's meant to leave you drained and on your knees...<br /><br />So I went back to my BFF, the internet...&nbsp; And came up with this one...&nbsp; I think it's perfect...&nbsp; Even though no one watching will know what I'm trying to say...<br /><br />I will...<br /><br />KThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05741660854995544295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-71894165434876822172012-04-24T18:00:00.000-07:002012-04-24T18:00:18.300-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/3777574775/" title="Miami Apocalypse by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="Miami Apocalypse" height="333" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2572/3777574775_97e4a610b6.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Maybe a little more...<br /><br />That's not so long in the grand scheme of things...&nbsp; 30 days out of decades...<br /><br />I shouldn't be surprised that my thoughts wander in your direction so often...&nbsp; That my palms are heavy with the magic trapped inside my hands...<br /><br />That I still feel like I have no idea how to do this...<br /><br />Once in while I get an inkling... Some small idea as to how to let you go...<br /><br />But it never lasts... It slips away before I can write it down, capture it's form, twist it into a key that will finally set me free...<br /><br />The thing is, I really don't want to be free...<br /><br />I just don't believe...<br /><br />Anymore...KTnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-82167850438368900422012-04-18T06:36:00.000-07:002012-04-18T06:36:00.736-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QT6dpCE5adI/T47B-wHlbTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vRJlpPBa41s/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img alt="" border="0" height="96" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QT6dpCE5adI/T47B-wHlbTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vRJlpPBa41s/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" title="Happy Feet" width="400" /></a></div>&nbsp; Funny how something brand-new can take over your imagination, your thinking, your life...<br /><br />As brand-new empty-nesters, my husband and I have taken up ballroom dancing.&nbsp; And when I say taken up I mean jumped-in-with-both-feet-total-immersion.&nbsp; We have adjusted our schedules, our free time, even our thinking about vacations and where we want to live because of it.&nbsp; It's given us something to do together, something to BE together.&nbsp; And we have a social life outside of kids &amp; work for the first time since we've been married, and for me, maybe the first time ever.<br /><br />To start something totally new at this stage in my life is totally in-line with my goals and who I think I am as a person.&nbsp; At the same time, regret at having not started sooner, at having wasted a more physically capable time, nags at the edges with it's 'what were you thinking?' evilness...<br /><br />I have to keep reminding myself that even if I had started this 20 years ago, I'd still be here... Still be wanting to learn something new... If I want to spend my entire life learning, there will always be something I wish I'd learned sooner...&nbsp; And always something there to be learned later...<br /><br />And there are worse things to regret...<br /><br /><br />KTnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-63891691384656531362012-04-04T20:45:00.000-07:002012-04-04T20:45:45.785-07:00Wet washed, clean and fresh...<br /><br />The calm after the storm...<br /><br />That's my life right now...<br /><br />That's my life...<br /><br />I think it scares me...<br /><br />Alot...KTnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-13681396070418304502011-02-07T10:21:00.000-08:002011-02-07T10:21:20.546-08:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H9FRXX74vJw/TVA3bP9Ab1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/IUEzcntfm1o/s1600/Nebula+RCW49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H9FRXX74vJw/TVA3bP9Ab1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/IUEzcntfm1o/s320/Nebula+RCW49.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://objsam.wordpress.com/2008/04/17/nebula/">Nebula RCW49</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />I dreamed a dream that wasn't a dream...<br />in the manner I usually do...<br /><br />The bright white light arranged itself into a grid that reached around the planet and then spread out into space...<br /><br />Rather than pulsing and flying around as you would expect white light to do, it conveniently froze into a series of steps or platforms...<br /><br />Or maybe it was time that cooperated by refusing to move...<br /><br />Not being one to question a good thing when it presents itself I took the opportunity to climb the 'stairs' which became ever more narrow the further out (up? away?) I went...<br /><br />(Isn't that always the way when you choose a point in time path through a multi-universe dreamview?)<br /><br />I only had to jump a few times along the way and when I reached the top, the void, the pinnacle of this decision...<br /><br />I jumped into the spinning place and whirled the light from the tips of my fingers...<br /><br />Alive and moving again... Swirling and purple and white...<br /><br />Roiling with what can only be described as the perfect match of purpose and desire...<br /><br />I think I'll stay...<br /><br />You come too...KTnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-61174710796574245972011-01-25T16:49:00.000-08:002011-01-25T16:49:15.447-08:00I haven't the faintest clue how to even DO it...<br /><br />Work is easy... Socializing with work people around work things is easy...<br /><br />The rest of it?<br /><br />Totally at a loss...<br /><br />Don't care most of the time...<br /><br />Except when I do...KTnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-65314560909310147312011-01-24T17:44:00.000-08:002011-01-24T17:44:16.059-08:00I've never wanted all those people LOOKING at me...<br /><br />There's a certain freedom in anonymity...<br /><br />That doesn't really stop me from wanting to do something AMAZING...<br /><br />I'm just not sure I'd like the fallout if I did...KTnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-50640630662231579212011-01-15T09:34:00.001-08:002011-01-15T09:37:21.574-08:00<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/5357604512/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5168/5357604512_be6d30ccbe.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/5357604512/">More Duckie - 1</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/karenturner/">karenturner</a>.</span></div><br />It might as well be because I'm doing something creative...<br /><br />Today could not have come too soon!<br /><br />I'm not working...<br /><br />My honey is home...<br /><br />I want to capture these moments in little bubbles and keep them handy for then next time I just want to say 'screw it!!'KTnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-38397097642606031982011-01-14T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-14T08:00:45.847-08:00I've reached a limit of sorts over here and now I have slipped from despair to anger...<br /><br />I've jumped across a line and am in the run-away place...<br /><br />I just don't know what to do with it...<br /><br />I know I won't stay here... But I don't know what else to do...<br /><br />I'm done... done done done...<br /><br />Only I know I'm not... I know that my only choice is to replace 'this' with 'that'...<br /><br />And we know how well that works...<br /><br />Frick!KTnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-30378731973043816082011-01-14T05:16:00.000-08:002011-01-14T05:16:46.760-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/1163501584/" title="Day 55 - TGIF by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="Day 55 - TGIF" height="500" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1016/1163501584_c92ba66e5f.jpg" width="499" /></a><br /><br />Today is no different than yesterday from a stopping and breathing perspective...<br /><br />I'm just tired of the stress and the angst and the drama...<br /><br />So today is for relaxing, deep breaths, cleansing, centering...<br /><br />I don't feel very good at this whole life thing right now...<br /><br />But I can learn...KTnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-59782845718873488052011-01-12T17:12:00.000-08:002011-01-12T17:12:34.044-08:00In a world of zeros and ones...<br /><br />It doesn't pay to 'do the right thing'...<br /><br />It only pays to do the stuff that nets you a 1...<br /><br />Regardless of who you screw over...KTnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-67695865971048481982011-01-11T17:49:00.000-08:002011-01-11T17:51:55.414-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/3YfMscNCwTw?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br />So easy to remind OTHER people of...<br /><br />So hard to remember yourself...<br /><br />Letting go of something not horrible, but not-quite-right is still one of the hardest things to do...KTnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-70785739430980458452011-01-09T09:21:00.000-08:002011-01-09T09:21:10.658-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/177388437/" title="rainy day by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="rainy day" height="333" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/52/177388437_fa463d6e11.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Which makes no sense...<br /><br />The sun is shining...<br /><br />I'm not alone...<br /><br />It's not even fall...<br /><br />Stupid well... You're not even following the RULES!!<br /><br />How am I supposed to package this all up nice and neat if you won't stay PUT!! :pKTnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-68678265520165038622011-01-06T17:15:00.000-08:002011-01-06T17:15:50.980-08:00So why do I still care?<br /><br />It's not really what I want either... <br /><br />But you are still in my head... And I look for you at inopportune times (is there an opportune time for such a thing?)...<br /><br />I'm not a stalker, but I can understand the motivation...<br /><br />You are still in my head...<br /><br />I still miss you...KTnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-28382636361551583872011-01-05T15:44:00.000-08:002011-01-05T15:46:01.525-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.domesticgoddess.ca/recipes.php?recipe=10025" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H9FRXX74vJw/TSUAbyZ6UUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_LievoAMIm8/s320/sweet+potato+risotto.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Domestic Goddess - Sweet Potato Risotto</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Sweet potato risotto...<br /><br />Made from stuff I already had on hand...<br /><br />You KNOW you're foodie if you have all the ingredients for vegetarian sweet potato and scallion risotto just hanging out waiting for you to THINK of making it...&nbsp; And you actually DO!<br /><br />:D<br /><br />(Photo is not mine... I'm too busy eating!!)KTnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-8515783020391757802011-01-05T04:39:00.000-08:002011-01-05T04:40:01.486-08:00I hate that...<br /><br />I could feel the panic fluttering around the edges last night...<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">don'twannadon'twannadon'twannadon'twanna </span><br /><br />Still working from home for half a week is a good way to ease into it...<br /><br />And it sure beats the alternative...<br /><br />Besides, I'd get bored soon... (Soonish? Eventually? Are you convinced? Me neither...)<br /><br />I'd STILL rather be cooking...&nbsp; But there's no one here to shop... or do the dishes...<br /><br />Maybe I'll review my current credit card statement for motivation...<br /><br />AAACK!&nbsp; That's right... I can barely afford me... THAT'S motivation...<br /><br />Off to the salt mines... :pKTnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-23945905829445135982011-01-03T11:45:00.000-08:002011-01-03T11:45:04.885-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/2700342420/" title="Falling Waterdrops Blue #1 by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="Falling Waterdrops Blue #1" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2700342420_f647570410.jpg" width="433" /></a><br /><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />I'm not like anything...<br />I do like the things that are mine to be just mine...<br /><br />The bits and pieces given like gifts...&nbsp;&nbsp; The thing that makes the special, special...<br />That doesn't mean you can force something to be yours...<br /><br />Either it is or it isn't...<br />So I don't judge... Just watch...<br />If it's mine it will be mine...&nbsp; If it's not it won't...<br /><br />Is that ok?&nbsp; Is it enough?&nbsp; That depends...<br />On how much capacity, longing and want I have at any one time...<br /><br />That's not to say I'm selfless (far from it)...</div><div style="color: #351c75;"></div><div style="color: #351c75;"></div><div style="color: #351c75;">Or even particularly tolerant (I'm not)...<br /><br />That's not to say I can't be hurt...<br />Just that I probably wouldn't tell you if I was...<br />That's my biggest weakness you know...<br /><br />I do fight for the things that are mine...&nbsp; <br /><br />But only as long as they are... </div>KTnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-61467346379567673912011-01-03T05:25:00.000-08:002011-01-03T05:26:12.225-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenturner/761169022/" title="Day 15 - Blessed Caffeine by karenturner, on Flickr"><img alt="Day 15 - Blessed Caffeine" height="500" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/761169022_c5798fb9d2.jpg" width="413" /></a><br /><br />The upside of having my last transaction of 2010 bleed so far into the holiday that I almost missed the whole thing is that I can sort of make up for it by stealing a couple of days on the back end...<br /><br />I SO would not be ready to go back today...<br /><br />That's not to say I haven't already spent the morning wading through my email...&nbsp; It's just that I don't HAVE to...<br /><br />The Christmas decorations (what there were of them) are put away, the house is quiet and I am able to sleep again...<br /><br />Today will be a good day to clean, organize and purge in my physical world to match the work started in the land of things-to-be...<br /><br />There is a easiness in my bones that I haven't felt in a long time...&nbsp; <br /><br />I think it's going to be a very good year... :)KTnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711660849871194557.post-91322157274147123992011-01-02T07:09:00.000-08:002011-01-03T09:16:54.916-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/SXCqC1KL02U?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br />This is one of those, longing for something songs...KTnoreply@blogger.com0