tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42696816483875842592012-01-06T23:28:25.774-05:00Multicolored journeys: outbound. Listened inside. Found.Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269681648387584259.post-43819108138155709312010-03-02T23:34:00.002-05:002010-03-02T23:38:29.426-05:00<div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w251.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/szgbrazil/a076fc94.pbw" height="240" width="360"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269681648387584259-4381910813815570931?l=sevenscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269681648387584259.post-18248972500267470002009-12-16T17:36:00.003-05:002009-12-16T17:55:12.680-05:00been a while...and was reminded today to return to right, to write...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269681648387584259-1824897250026747000?l=sevenscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269681648387584259.post-73571302776741261542009-12-16T17:30:00.006-05:002010-03-02T23:31:26.935-05:00<span style="font-style:italic;">"On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert<br />I pick up my money and head back into town<br />Driving cross the Waynesboro county line<br />I got the radio on and I'm just killing time<br />Working all day in my daddy's garage<br />Driving all night chasing some mirage<br />Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge<br /><br />The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand<br />If I could take one moment into my hands<br />Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man<br />And I believe in a promised land<br /><br />I've done my best to live the right way<br />I get up every morning and go to work each day<br />But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold<br />Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode<br />Explode and tear this whole town apart<br />Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart<br />Find somebody itching for something to start<br /><br />The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand<br />If I could reach one moment into my hands<br />Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man<br />And I believe in a promised land<br /><br />Hmm<br />Hmmm<br />Hmmmm<br /><br />Well there's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor<br />I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm<br />Gonna be a twister to blow everything down<br />That ain't got the faith to stand its ground<br />Blow away the dreams that tear you apart<br />Blow away the dreams that break your heart<br />Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted<br /><br />Well the dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand<br />If I could take one moment into my hands<br />Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man<br />And I believe in a promised land<br />And I believe in a promised land"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269681648387584259-7357130277674126154?l=sevenscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269681648387584259.post-66456236565992130762009-07-12T01:05:00.001-04:002010-03-02T23:39:20.245-05:00Wow, I am tired. I'm realizing the standard of dress I have as a "westerner", perhaps, is quite racy, at least according to the literature. The literature, as accurate as the weather. 80+ degrees, monsoons, long pants, DEET, Indian, Tibetan and Chinese spices, an eclipse...the Himalayas, Nepal reaching out to me, we soon will touch.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269681648387584259-6645623656599213076?l=sevenscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269681648387584259.post-21463831552147167272009-05-03T21:36:00.003-04:002010-03-02T23:40:02.066-05:00Something is there, inside. Telling me. Something. I am trying my best to translate what she is saying, but there are no words. Only feelings. Flooding, upwards. Outwards. Peace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269681648387584259-2146383155214716727?l=sevenscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269681648387584259.post-23679319341161230192009-04-18T08:48:00.000-04:002009-05-03T21:21:36.590-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KV3LGJUtXQQ/Sf5DGK7NznI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sSHyYHpLrJk/s1600-h/n658575491_2319818_2277.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KV3LGJUtXQQ/Sf5DGK7NznI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sSHyYHpLrJk/s400/n658575491_2319818_2277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772782144245362" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269681648387584259-2367931934116123019?l=sevenscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susan Zoëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08925932668768930111noreply@blogger.com0