(self isolation and the pandemic that was 2020) So you see this is precisely whywe need artwe need art and artists, authors and musicianswe need paintings and photographs, sculpture and potterywe need movies, musicals and mirthwe need songs and symphonieswe…
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Where do you suppose we would beif we were not constantly blasting the stories of the daynews cycle upon news cycle uponnewscycleAre we so better informedor merely so much better misinformeddo you think that you would be missingsomethingif you did…
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Fair warning that this may prove to be ratherdismal… December 29th in the rainand so it is that we have again come throughanother Christmasperfectly sated, suitably happycomfortablytiredthe dreariness of this dayhas one feeling slightly dullish in tonefestive decorations losing a…
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Three or four days ago, I feel compelled to write down a few words,then release them to thewindwhen it happens that words seem to comeI write without over analyzing, I write of a feeling as best I canthis one is…
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Once again I find myself reading a memoir where alcoholstrikes at its core I wonder if at some point in our childhood, or just when.. as young tender heartswe start to compensate for the painof our parentsand just how it…
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A dull colourless sort of day, early December, large wet flakes of snow drifting idly to the ground, then mostly surrendering themselves on contact.No sun. This morning I read Devotion by Patti Smith, an intimate and intriguing look into writing…
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“Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.” ~ Manuel Alegre Friday morning, the sun is shining looks like a beautiful day is about to unfold gently easing into my chair I sit down with my coffee and just quietly…
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