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Friday, 20 January 2012

BackStory Archive

http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/backstory-with-dawn-lawrence/id485404651

Some of the best musical artists in Tampa Bay Fl sit down for an hour to talk and play their music...

with Dawn Lawrence

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0FFK8JSYE

play THIS!

Wednesday, 06 May 2009

"the Cave"

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Freedom...
Current mood:

enthralled
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Here I am outside the cave. It's a little scary out here but Oh the feeling of being free!
I had forgotten what that was like.
I feel decidedly stronger; things that used to take enormous effort I can do once again with hardly a thought.
And FUN...things are fun out here! The sand is soft and clings to my feet. The Gulf water is refreshing again and I walk in the tiny shells that soothe feet that I didn't know needed scratching.
I watch incredible colors shifting and changing and hear music wafting from little huts across the street from the beach.
I have a beer here or there, and see what is happening. People smile more often than not and I smile back and then go on my way.
So far I am avoiding obvious preditors; would I recognize the others after all this time?

I remember dreaming for years about being able to fly.
It felt so familiar yet I didn't really remember that I had actually done it.
In my dreams I hovered about 50 yards or so above the surface of the earth, only able to partially control my clumsy movements and not very good at it...but with each passing moment I grew more used to slowly flying.
I remember being terrified the entire time, that I would plummet to the ground but I never did.
Is this what I will be able to do soon?

8:48 PM

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Crawling out the Cave
Current mood:

uncomfortable
Category: Life

Cave dwellers are a special breed...Somehow they exist in a small dark space like bats or bears. Other beings may be able to visit but if they stay too long they slowly change. Eyes grow accustomed to the dim light. Walking upright changes into a slight stoop. Wings grow weak and feathers molt. Cave dwellers don't like the world outside much. Too much space wears them out and they retreat to their small damp musty space and feel secure there. Safe.

Cave dwellers don't like feelings much either. Good or bad, the sound of them echos loudly in the cave. The bats squeal and bears are agitated. So things must be quieted and put away. Feelings are folded neatly and packed up; maybe in a pretty box wrapped with a bow. It looks nice from the outside.

Birds who have chosen to live with the cave dwellers try to return to the outside and fly without their feathers and it becomes a painful exercise in futlility. One remembers the time when flight was possible, even enjoyed. One thinks that trying harder will work. In the end, tired bodies are brought back into the cave where it is cool and dark, to live for another few years. If you can call that living.

Do feathers grow back after a time? Are they like liver cells, regenerating and healing so that one can function again? Or are they like brain cells that are gone forever when they are lost...And what place is available to live in while waiting for feathers to grow back...staying in the open means vulnerability without wings to fly. Maybe a well-meaning human takes the bare body in, living in a cage, brighter than the cave but still closed in, feeding the right food until wings can be used and one can be put on display. Perched next to a sign that says something to the effect of "wounded creature" as people file past . Maybe they take a picture.

Currently
Make Your Creative Dreams Real: A Plan for Procrastinators, Perfectionists, Busy People, and People Who Would Really Rather Sleep All Day
By SARK
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Missed One

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

the (ONe) that got away
Current mood:reflective

Dawn Termani Jun 21 2007 | General

The one that got away...

To this day I remember your eyes;

the tiny freckles on your skin

your hair, the way you smiled.

For months I looked forward to the time you would be near enough that i could hear your voice and watch you laugh.

I was too proud to ask you to spend time just with me

-too afraid to see rejection on your face, so sure i would die if you said no.

Maybe there would have been a good day to die

Maybe there would have been a good day.

"tellin stories..."

Friday, March 14, 2008

SuperSport Picnic Table
Current mood:

quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Kevin, I’d like you to meet Gilby, he works with my son. Oh hey man, good to meet you. You got a good handshake there.
Well thanks. Make yourself at home, the wife is around here somewhere with lemonade and there’s some beer in the cooler over there. And there’s probably some potato salad and hambeans over there on the picnic table. Plates are right next to it. Burgers’ll be up in about 5 minutes.
Oh table did you say? Where’s that?
Oh! Sorry! See the red tablecloth over there?
What? On the...car?
Yeah! That’s the one. we’ve used it as a spare table since the other one broke...
Oh you lost a table today? Kinda windy...
No..that was 10 years ago, we just kept using it that way since it was just sitting there. Seemed like a waste to buy another one.
Nice, reminds me of a car I used to race 20-25 years ago!
Well, yes I raced this car in the dirt back in the day, it’s a Super Sport.
You’re kidding! What year?
1972...
No kidding! It’s a 350? You mind if I have a look?
Sure, lemme just move this stuff here. Yeah, it’s a big block.
Did you blow the engine?
Aww no, she still runs! Not sure what I did with the keys...
Yeah I used to race out near Marietta GA till I just lost interest I guess, you know how things get, the kids, work.
Have a look inside, yeah just slide in.
Man you could show this car! It wouldn’t take much...
I know, I just don’t have the time; not interested enough to spend the money.
You don’t need the money you’d get selling?
Well, I’ve got used to seein’ her sitting here, reminds me of what I used to like to do. She’s faded and chipped but I don’t notice it under the plastic table cloth.
Started out parked out in the front yard! I just liked that everybody knew what I did and all. Especially that one year when I... Well that’s an old story.
You know I could have a buyer for you, tonight! Make a couple phone calls. Seems a shame for her to sit here.
Naw, I like the ol’ girl. Maybe one of the boys’ll take an interest and we can make it a family project.
You say you don’t have the keys? I’d like to see how she runs.
Yeah in the house somewhere... what Honey?
OK burgers are about ready, let’s get the tablecloth back on.
Sure I’ll get those plates...