On a day designedfor loveor was it, a day designedto sell flowers either way, begin your day in kindnessan early valentine arrives from afriendone good heart squeezeto start the day think of nudging the one beside metoromance a return trip…
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First thing this morning, when I wake upmy thoughts areof a kind woman, a Motherof my much younger daysthe mother of my then best friendof when she would have to be awayand I had stayed overshe would cook chicken, and…
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I just knew it was going to be that kind of day,when a quiet morning with my bookhas been interrupted, too many timesfor my liking,(I just knew it was going to be that kind of day)when muffins I am making…
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How to unpack the heaviness of the things we carry? I am known to carry useless things the weight of the worries of someone else coupled with my own insecurities and fears mounds of things ‘temporarily stored’, growing in piles…
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This morning I am well and truly taking a day off from doing outside it is brutally cold while inside.. I sit cozy and warm, with my book watching the birds through my window the sun shining brightly making the…
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Today… is the day yes, today is the day, correction Today is my day .. it’s my birthday! I have a friend, who happens to share the same day, ‘Ugh!’ She says to me, ‘You can have it. I won’t…
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This morning first thing I am wondering why the train outside my window is so very loud disturbing the softness of my slumber This morning first thing, I am looking to the puffiness of eyes and the stiffness of hands…
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What if today, it’s not in me to fight what if I just leave you to your nasty politics and misfired outrage what if today, I don’t feel up to stepping in, standing up for my rights what if I…
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Once again I find myself, absolutely besotted with a book of course.. well, there is this thing where I am in love with books but sometimes there is a certain book, whose title I have read or heard whose cover…
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a day on which, your own kind of greatness, is required… I don’t think that I shall ever move mountains… I don’t really think that I shall ever even try it’s not my thing, not my bag just not my…
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