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personal messageThanks for visiting my page. I was born in Philly, grew up in Berkeley and have been in Portland since 1990. While I am not interested in dating, new friends are great. I'd love to connect with other gay parents with school age kids and find non-romantic male or female dance partners for ballroom, salsa, country or any other kind of dance. Just looking to broaden my circle... -----------------------I'm also interested in friendships with interesting, intelligent, creative people, even far from home. If you are concerned about social action and justice, politics, the environment, etc. drop me a line. It would be great to know progressive people all over the world and to exchange ideas. ----------------So, let's talk, write, dance, see films, fight for good causes and share life. Bonnie, The Black Sheep Realtorhttp://groups.glee.com/PortlandOregonWorkandPlayrecent blog postsMidlifePosted August 22nd, 2008 at 08:09pm
In the middle of my life looking forward, looking back The beauty of youth overlaid with the beauty of age Silver salts the pepper... now well seasoned- spicy Pearl laden oysters scattered about Treasures hidden here and there- choose wisely Or is it luck Or destiny Or endless possibility Left then right, east then west No- up then down, north or south Today it is here In this very spot in time and place that the next moment shows itself Won't miss it Am in it Am it The StrataPosted July 25th, 2008 at 09:35am
Coursing through the universe It swells and grows, sometimes it nearly overflows Yet subdued and stifled Simmering, stewing Fermenting Ripening slowly, hanging on to the vine Not devoured by flyers by Not forfeited, only to enrich fertile soil But sweetening with seasons Pulsing under armor - contained, but for chinks The strata can be felt, though not seen Seismic jolts, seemingly endless tremors Still the strata can be felt, invisible or not My MomPosted June 01st, 2008 at 11:19pm Listening to India AriePosted May 27th, 2008 at 10:09pm
My Path: alone, missing and missed Gifts received in chords and notes Lyrics awash in salty release Onward is the only path Stroll, roll, sprint or drag Doesn't matter -- onward! Calmed WavesPosted May 27th, 2008 at 03:25am
Pervasive peace blankets my angst, how oddly juxtaposed Chaos filed into order making space for new Advice, please, Advisor Diagnosis, please, Doc Ocean waves feed bays Making tumult glisten tranquilly Island waters calling A beacon beckoning me Misunderstandings, missed opportunities, misgivings, misguided moments- All wash away, go out to sea To see, to see what's left here is me That is with who I must be Back OnPosted May 11th, 2008 at 01:45am
New patina, a glowing beauty from within Just a glimmer The strength building, old friend Self, welcome back The near-stranger names it, calls it out How does he know He can see the light flickering back on Saw it fading Butterflies called to the desert Open the palm from the heart Don't snag the wings Released, fly free Plantar fascia firmly planted Posture regally extended Reflection glimpsed, a pleasant surprise Smoldering personal info
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