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I thought people out there might be interested in perusing this article.
Going in the other directions of prior therapies by getting the body to work with, not against.
May there be continued positive work in this area.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090531/ap_on_he_me/us_med_cancer_vaccines

"Owl" by Pablo Picasso

I practically fell out of bed with my third dark dream in as many days.
This one wasn't a continuation, like the other two.

It was insidious, however, weaving so many variables
From real life that I really had to shake myself and
Be sure that I was truly awake and in the
'Real' situation in which I actually live.
I still feel haunted.

I stumbled out here and immediately wrote down the major points.
Perhaps I'll get brave enough to post those kinds of things
With variations as stories eventually.
I hope so.

Lots of prime mining to be had there
In the world of dreams.
Thoughts, images, symbols, Story
If only I could write one...

I really want to.

The picture goes with Skellig....
As does the music.

This is a sure sign that I'm
Nearing getting back to sleep
Just as the birds are waking up
Again.

I was listening to this song;
I'm not really sure why -
And it made me think of a book
That I still think about
Often.

As are many 'children's' books
It, too, is written primarily for
Folks like the author
Who have both child and adult
Within.

Sorry - no link...
But you can go to Amazon or wherever
And look up 'Skellig' by David Almond
Read a bit about it
And see if it tugs a bit...
Or not.

My students loved it
Once upon a time
Poetry in prose
Mystery, suspense, generous heartache

So much of my earlier half of life
Is marked by markers in graveyards

I've always been fascinated by lives lived
You can tell so much from a simple
Set of tablets left behind

Who loved who for how long
Who lost those so young
So many things

It seems like old and church graveyards have been the site
Of so many of my life's transitions.

First twilight-zone experience in the middle of the night...
First friend seriously hurt
By monkeying around and tumbling down the hill

Like Jill who broke her crown
On a Stone
Already fading back to dust
Its letters barely legible
But poignant all the more for that fact.

Seems like everywhere I've lived
Mostly
Has been thankfully near a hospital
And also a cemetery

Sleep on, sweetly departed.
Or live again, maybe now
Maybe here... maybe known.

A favorite movie - come to by an odd
Stream of consciousness
Faded already
Too.

"She Sleeps in the Sand" by Vanscoy

I wish I knew how to sleep
Like I did once upon a time
When it was so easily done
With each contented cat under an arm
The three of us

Now is a time for change
Back and forth and back again.

P.S. tells me that Summit School in Seattle is closing
With him helping play them out
Courtesy of Mr. Alice's, "School's Out for Summer."
And it almost is, isn't it?

Though I'm not doing it right now,
I still bear the cycles of teaching a school year
Inside me.
It's good to have seasons...
Markers of life.

I have a song in my head and I can't think of
Which one it is.
I'll find something I like to share though.
Wouldn't leave you hanging
Like that.

I've picked it
A really old one
She lived in my home town
But I think Melanie's in Florida now...

A reminder of another
Life marker... especially C.M.; I wish I could find you again.
And dance. Like Egyptians.... way before that song.
;)

Did you see this movie?
Did you like it?

Melancholy brings out happiness
By contrast.

I'm sure you'll be fascinated to know that
I spent the 3am hour
Looking over what I've done on this project so far...
And find it a partially odd collection of things
Meaningful or fun to me.
I guess that's really why I did it.

My writing feels like baby talk
But I'll keep going
Like so many people do
In their individualized, tailor-made pathways.

I want to do better,
Capture more,
Keep on
See if something comes of
Trying again and again.

Back to the movie
It was a lovely one for me
Actors I particularly find credible
A partially-predicatable, but well-worn tale
And the kids shine out.

I didn't really post yesterday
As I went to see my parents for the first time
In many, many weeks
Due to flu
Didn't want to share the dearth
Of good health

It was great to see them
I just wish I wasn't so very tired
The whole time
Sleep has changed once again
For me

In my holographic search for a clip I'd seen,
I came across this...
And thought I'd share it just for fun
Reminds me of Shyamalan's "Signs,"
In tension - will something happen?
Not in planetary species, though.

I think this is beautiful.
Try to stick with it until the very end if you can and have time.

Great song,
Breadth of instruments and countries
Harmonizing
A sentiment that should be shared
Everywhere.

And apparently is...
Keep it going.

My grandmother
Always
Had a bowl of candy out
On the table
For us

Love comes out in many ways
But always there's the feeling and intent
Action too.

Offerings to children
And everyone else too
Do not go unnoticed
By me.

The song was one of her favorites
Perhaps because it has an Eastern European flavor
I would always play it for her on the piano
And she would always clap afterward
With misty eyes.

This is a mixed bag, because I'm scattered today... and unless I post these all (doh! only two), I won't know
Which one I was aiming for...

The one I especially want is the one with the
Hand-held
Holographic machine.

You know how it's going to end,
Most likely.
If not, just let it unfold
If you so desire.

And the other interested me, but not until the edit will I be able to make any commentary.
I don't know what is what.
And that stands a chance of actually happening. (Okay - Revision Time: Don't know what to say... liked bits/flow)

World Builder from Bruce Branit on Vimeo.