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Bliss Ripple is a catalog of clues— fieldnotes for living into one’s internal bliss. Compiled through the creative works of poet, artist, musician, and mama Maggie A. Bishop, Bliss Ripple explores the idea of resounding joy— how to create it and expand it through living with passionate honesty.

Here you will find poems, songs, and observations written under the influence of inspiration Maggie finds scuttling and searching amidst the varied Missouri landscape with her wonder-son, adventurer Arlo, and her artist-partner and dream confidant Josh (who is also a photographer and music promoter). 

 

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Sunday
Apr152007

It is 3:21am.

My darling friend Leah tagged me in this post. I feel utterly flatter as I have never been tagged in a post before, therefore I will complete the assignment due me. I'm pretty excited.

7 Facts

 

Rules: Someone writes a blog with seven weird/random (or completely honest) facts about him/herself. Then, at the end of the blog, he/she tags seven people by listing their names. These people then need to write their own blogs with seven facts about themselves and these rules stated clearly.

1. I have been scared of sharks since I as long as I can remember. When I was young, say 5 or 6, I would refuse to fill my bath water more than a couple of inches in the tub-- for fear sharks would mystically appear and consume me. I have never lived by the ocean. I have always lived in landlocked states, and am at a loss as to why I have this irrational fear. It is there though and I do not know if I will ever be able to swim in the ocean. Perhaps I'll stick to wading.

2. When I was in middle school I used to go to sleep pretending. I would pretend I was a princess, asleep, and princes were gathered around me admiring me and basking in their love for me. They would debate who would win me.

3. I love to dance with my eyes closed. Forgetting everything around me and getting lost in music.

4. I can't dance. At all. But I still do it.

5. I still remember how it felt when I dislocated my finger in 6th grade. I boy, Tom, was teasing me. Calling me "Margaret Ann." That is how boys flirted in 6th grade, I think. I chased him and grabbed hold of his shirt. It jerked my finger the wrong way and the top joint of my right ring finger was horizontal to my palm. I grabbed it and snapped it back into place. It swelled and got yellow. The color reminded me how how my sister looked when she was sick from the chemo that tried to treat her cancer. The chemo didn't succeed and she passed away. I was in 6th grade then too.

6. Sometime I forget how much I've been through.

7. Sometimes I remember how much I've been through. I'm amazed at where I am now, how far I've come. I am amazed and thankful to The Power that is great than me.

(I don't know the seven people I should tag. If you read this and you want to do it, do, and tell me about it.)

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