The sun shining brightly on my face as to briefly rendered one snow blind the scent of milder air hints of a season of change to come a deep breath in… and out thus, the morning begins in gratitude for a small visitor who seems happy enough with my offering of…
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How very lovely a day can feel when lit by the rising of the sun that calls you to come out and stand gazing up at the trees the wondrous stretch of blue-ness openlike sky, pause here for a moment to just listen to this… February…
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Again as we turn to grieving in the stories of us of which, I know little of how to counsel except to say it is good, for a time to sit quietly with this in our own stunned silence and devastation good also, to laugh to cry, to say and to feel…
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The moon was full, yet almost impossible to see through the clouds still, I leaned over the sink several times, looked up craning my neck, hoping for something brighter to shine through you know he says, I think I’m in love with your toes it’s the bubblegum pink…
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On this day to begin, let nothing vexing draw you in no feathers need ruffling no disturbances to settle look up from the book you’ve disappeared into slip off your slippers, and instead slide into some boots outside the softest showering of snowflakes a near silent dusting of freshness descending don’t…
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And again let us turn to more hopeful things, like the sun try as I might not to involve myself in American politics the fact of being subject to such an obnoxious inhumane disruptive neighbour for what felt like such a long and pain-filled time, then witnessing a rather…
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To walk outside on what may feel like an endless string of dull grey mornings to breathe deeply in the fresh cold dampened air fill your lungs then another large gulp and let it filter through every wonderous bit of your body washing down to your toes take…
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Waking early with the words do not go back to sleep filtering in like bits of dappled light subtle yet kindly persistent soft steps through a slumbering houseresonate as a grateful sigh warm water and lemon while I wait on the coffee a book on top…
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Traditionally it would seem January is not so kind it (and I) beginning in fact as a porcupine, kind of cute but rather spiky bits of holiday detritus persistently strewn everywhere sunless days in dull stretches of freeze and thaw when the neck of my sweater feels too tight the strands…
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