tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87544079892159764372011-07-07T20:56:30.301-05:00Dena Bergmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672378343956516834noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8754407989215976437.post-835078181106080552010-07-20T23:36:00.004-05:002010-07-20T23:58:20.546-05:00

The storm is raging outside.I want to be lying in a field watching the rain falling into my eyes and drenching me until my makeup is running down my face and my hair is a matted mess of grass and mud. I want to feel every drop of water crashing into the open palms of my hands. I want the lighting to flash above me and around me. I want to feel the thunder shaking the ground beneath me. I want

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If I can make someone feel, I know I've done well, I've accomplished what I've set out to do. Perhaps it's because my whole life I've searched to find the things that make ME feel. It's as if there was this secret club, something unspoken that can only really be understood by those who choose to stop, to slow down, to look, to listen, and to understand more than what's expected. It's these

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Here it is, the list of top ten things that '09 brought my way (in no particular order).London CallingBest party in the midwest, hands down. DJ Nick O.Watching this kid DJ is awesome. He's likely St Louis' most underrated show. No joke.The Broth AdventuresNew roomies and I find all kinds of ways to get into "trouble"It's Always Sunny in PhiladelphiaBEST SHOW EVER. I only wish I had discovered

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This year I pledge: - To be awesome. - To be an artist, to have an artists heart, to make art. A lot of it. - To free myself to feel again, to see the beauty that is shouting out at me in even the smallest nuances of life, and to feel whatever emotions they evoke in me. - To be a writer, to write out what I feel, and to make up a ton of new words for all the new feelings I experience.- To be a

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Riding the rhythms of the seasons, we know them all too well, the ups, the downs and the music that comforts us during this time when both change and constancy are somehow equally being forced upon us. Some personal Autumnal favorites: Wilco: Sky Blue SkyFor fall road trips to visit loved ones in far away places. Bowerbirds: Upper Air For bonfire nights and getting lost in corn mazes and walks

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The wind is whistling through the window, circling round and leaving again. On it's bow is a hint of orange and brown and the smells of changing leaves, caramel apples and pumpkin patches.Something in the air changed. Fall is here.Can you feel it?The world is preparing to sleep and people's hearts are starting to struggle to stay awake as fall begins trying to pull them down into deep slumber.

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"I don't know..you're really distant""I know, I don't know what happened or how to snap out of it."Why is it such a struggle for my heart to feel anything these days? I try and try, but nothing. My heart feels nothing.It's as though I buried my heart in the watery depths of the Baltic Sea. I'm not sure if I can get it back. Rather, I'm not sure if I want to retrieve it. The difficulties in that

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Here I am, I've made it. Almost unbelievable how far I feel like I've come. This giant leap feels so great, something I've been needing for entirely too long, yet something I never thought would be so soon. No matter how prepared you think you are, somehow it's never enough. Honestly, lately I've felt something like an awkward tween, unaware of my own height and breadth. I may bump my head a few

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I want the best of both worlds.I want constancy yet I want everything to change.I want comfort yet I want to be stretched. I yearn to be stretched.I want to go back to a time when I had something to lose. I miss that. I miss you. But I want to move forward and push on more than anything.God, where do I go from here? Why can't I seem to find my way? What is this roller coaster I've been on

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I'm home.I'm knitting. I'm knitting my life.I don't know what it's going to be, but in the end it will be beautiful, of this I am sure. Patterns will emerge and colors will weave in and out. You're there, did you know? Represented in a piece of yarn. What color are you? Are you constant, do you fade in and out gradually or begin and end abruptly? Do you overwhelm the pattern? Do you have any

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It's so strange, six months ago I imagined I would be counting down the days until this Tuesday, July 1st, but no, in fact, before I could blink it was the middle of June and I was dreading the very day I thought I would be eagerly anticipating.I'm not sure what's happened to me, but I don't dislike it.I understand that nothing needs to change just because the day that marked the end of my

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Four years ago I walked into the library to scour the sale table in search of some book with great illustrations to be used in a collage piece.  In the midst of this search, I found records selling for 50 cents, so cheap!  I looked through the unfamiliar, awkwardly-sized things, not really sure why.  There was something romantic about them that was speaking into my heart.  I wanted one, but it

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It's really been an interesting week. I've put in a ton of hours working on little sleep and almost died in the heat yesterday.  I have a list of phone calls to make that's a mile long, my poor puppy is sick as, well, a dog, I've been in and out of strange moods that I'm unsure how to deal with, and I have had a complaining problem that I can't seem to shake...Despite that, somehow, good things

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Today: For the first time in a while I am completely disappointed in myself.  I don't know why I let silly and stupid excuses get in the way of me putting 100% into something I'm working on.  As I listened to myself making excuses for my subpar work, I began to realize that I was using double standards and what an awful realization that was.  I've always been one to believe that there truly are

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I feel like most of the time I am never really completely open and honest while blogging. I've never been one to wear my heart on my sleeve, but I think it really is necessary to get these things out at times and make yourself a little more vulnerable ::shudders:: Lately, I've been feeling convicted.  I've shut it out and shut it out, but without fail, I turn around and there it is: conviction.  

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I've found Seattle to be a good 'in-between' city.  It's some strange cross between a sleepy town, tourist central, and a bustling metropolis.  It certainly shares the west coast's laid back feel, but with a different kind of energy. I like that it hasn't been ruined by people I know.  I came here with no major preconceived notions and most certainly am not expecting to run into anyone I will

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A few suggestions from the vaults:The Bird and the Bee - Ray Guns Are Not Just the FutureFor summer car ride sing-a-longs with windows down and volume up. Try not to dance, I dare you. Noah and the Whale - Peaceful the World Lays Me DownFor picnics and hammocks and kites and porch swings and picture-taking and all kinds of summer memory-making. Beirut - The Flying Club CupFor star-gazing summer

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After a long day in NYC, I have to say that I am delightfully surprised at how much I like the city. I think I had heard soooooo much praise about it, and watched so many friends move away to the Big Apple for no reason other than the fact that they had fallen in love with the city, that I refused to believe that NYC was all that great. But the strangest thing happened, the moment I drove over

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Life has been absolutely crazy the past few weeks, so much was constantly going on that I never really had time to be home for any extended lengths unless I was sleeping. Some highlights:- My friend Jenny got married! And oh my goodness was she absolutely breath taking. I got to take some really great pictures when I wasn't actually being a part of the wedding, which I will hopefully finish

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So many things have been going through my mind lately I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise when I reacted the way I did. Sometimes escaping your own thoughts for a short while sounds like just the trick. The thing is, I'm not feeling overwhelmed or stressed. My mind has just been in overdrive for the past week. Thinking about life, thinking about the people I love, thinking about

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"Pooh, what's your favorite thing in the whole world?""My favorite thing is me coming to visit you, and then you ask, "How about a small smackeral of honey?""I like that, too. But what I like most of all is just doing nothing.""How do you do just nothing?""Well, when grown-ups ask, "What are you going to do?" and you say, "Nothing," and then you go and do it.""I like that. Let's do it all the

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Sometimes, well, a lot of the time I wish technology was not quite so advanced.Just yesterday while I was at work someone called whose voice sounded so familiar, and after hanging up, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering, creating scenarios of reconnecting with someone I hadn't talked to for years all because of a random phone call. Also, recently one of my friends jokingly asked me, "what

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Since graduation life has been a strange mix of emotions along with lots of time to think. This is really a strange time for me. In school, I was the kind of person who planned out every hour of the day in order to fit in school, family, friends and homework all with time for that precious hour of television to watch my newest favorite show of the season. I was a hard worker and I liked feeling

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Sometime in between when the past hurt begins to throb again and the present hurt turns purple as it pools with blood, life happens.Most of the time I wish I could just run away from it all, but logistics stop me. In the end, it's better to face the hurt, to stare it down until it gives in and turns away. Because, no matter how far or how fast you run, it will always be on your heels. Like a

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At times it is necessary to go back.  Visit if you can, linger if you must, but never leave from the past unchanged.http://wholeheart.xanga.com

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Well, things are all set up!Semi-regular posting to begin soon... unless I end up missing xanga.

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