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		<title>Curtain Call</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Now I have travelled the full gamut; and have chosen at this juncture, to return to my sketchbooks and to art. I have tried to be a public person to keep my soul from fighting or hiding; now&#8230; I see that it is time to be guided by and own a personal space in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/21/curtain-call/</link>
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		<title>The Language of Letting Go</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Learn to let yourself be guided into truth.
We will know what we need to know,
when we need to know that&#8230;



&#8220;The most growth producing concept
we can develop for ourselves and others,
is to allow ourselves to have our own process.
- Melody Beattie, p.290, The Language of Letting Go
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		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/20/the-language-of-letting-go/</link>
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		<title>Changing Woman</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am not really sure of what to make of all of these things that I am learning about / dreaming about&#8230; but it is exponentially building faith and confidence in my abilities to trust my instincts.
I have [most recently] dreamt about corn. I have dreamt about learning to harness the wind&#8230; to spread my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/18/changing-woman/</link>
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		<title>The Juggler Knows</title>
		<description><![CDATA[By a seemingly strange sequence of events, I have found the way to release obsession: face it.
You see, for me it is hard to tell what is real and what is imagined; because my dreams are interactive. Usually, as is the case with my writing, I am narrator and participant and observer. There is usually [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/18/the-juggler-knows/</link>
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		<title>Daybreak at bedtime</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Obsessed, abscess recesses proliferate my wanton demise. And if perchance the daylight breaks, too quickly shall descend the night; for in this sleep-by-day routine I wake to find black skies, perforated only by sounds of little children&#8217;s cries. The occasional yelp from a stray mongrel dog or a twinkling little star, awaken in my dormant [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/17/daybreak-at-bedtime/</link>
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		<title>cornfed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Wow. I just read the most revealing sketchbook of my life; no pun intended. In this sketchbook, I was coming to terms with many of the themes that I am currently addressing in this blog&#8212;obsession, abusive relationships, being overwhelming in interpersonal relationships, vanity, deprecation, sleeping for days&#8212;and a host of other behavioural patterns&#8230; oh, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/16/cornfed/</link>
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		<title>the Alchemist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Tell your heart that the fear of suffering
is worse than the suffering itself.
And that no heart has ever suffered
when it goes in search of its dreams
Because every second of that search
is an encounter with God
and with eternity.
- Paolo Coelho, The Alchemist
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		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/16/the-alchemist/</link>
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		<title>Storefront Glass on Tottenham Court Road</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What are my fears? and do I project them willfully on the unsuspecting passersby. Do I live in a glass case of my own design&#8211;a gorilla of insurmountable mass&#8211;tormented by the reflections as night begins to fall? Who have I become in this narcissistic mumbling of emotion and long distant yearning for pain and castigation. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/16/storefront-glass-road/</link>
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		<title>In the Shadows of an African Star</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Remember this dream it will change your life; thought the author with consternation. The visual cues were profound and visually stimulating, the undisclosed recipient was a lingering shadow lurking about in her own life.
The setting was an old colonial house, quite like the one in which for a fragment of his shattered life, he was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/16/in-the-shadows-of-an-african-star/</link>
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		<title>watch traffic.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was two days ago. I set off with the sunset, to muster my energy before nightfall. My watch said 3pm. My watch was wrong.
Just as Harold Crick a few days earlier, my watch has been going a bit nuts: turning the entire face clockwise 30 degrees at a time; which was cute when the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pilachi.com/2008/05/15/watch-traffic/</link>
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