Friday, December 31, 2004

Annuals

Hope and faith flower from the cheerful seeds of the old year to the sprouting garden of the new year's dawn.

—Terri Guillemets

Withered

The rose of the old year withers away as the new bud begins to bloom.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, December 30, 2004

X moves

Each New Year's Day is like starting a treasure map again from scratch.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Saturday, October 16, 2004

Bolting of the rut-dweller

I take a risk,
I feel more alive—
Fear is screaming victory
over the death trap
of the mundane.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, September 10, 2004

"Native" naïveté

You know you're an Arizona native when you were here before Marcos de Niza, Francisco Vázquez de Coronado, Eusebio Kino, Tubac, Brigham Young, James Gadsden, Jefferson Davis, Jack Swilling, and Phoenix!

—Terri Guillemets, my unofficial addendum to Don Dedera's 1993 (and otherwise hilarious) book You Know You're an Arizona Native, When…

Sunday, August 1, 2004

So many words

To me, novels are just quotations with a bunch of filler.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, July 31, 2004

Splat!

I don't cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Fortunate misfortunes

Death bumps into life many times as just a passerby, says excuse me then goes on his way.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Even behind your own back

That which you do behind someone's back, God and your Mother still see.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, May 1, 2004

Once upon a now

When you tell your own fairy tale, you create your own magic.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Pills

Western medicine is medi-sin. When did we get away from nature?

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, January 17, 2004

Caged & raged

The mad are happy, the sane ignorant; those of us stuck on the sane side of madness or the mad fringe of sanity are in a purgatorial cage with locked doors on all sides.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

Holistic, mystic, statistic

Do we see rejections in our skin, worry in our cancers, bitterness and hate in our aching joints?... If we fail to care for our minds and spirits, our bodies may go to hospital.

—Terri Guillemets