thoughts on our interconnectedness, and * a simple request for participation… This one is impossipuzzle, he says frustrated at the rate of progress on our latest endeavour ah, it’s good for your brain, I tell him thinking, problem solving, different perspectives sounds like too much…
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‘Hmmm, I don’t know…’ some of the most beautiful words strung together, I think as this is where we remain curious this is where we can seek, where we can listen and where we can learn to begin again a brand new day, begins a brand new year this waking hour of beginning again where we are…
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There is sanctuary to be found in the words of great writers and poets, painters of dreams and wishers of wishes There is buoyancy too in loving others as well as we do ourselves (and vice versa, of course) in loving the world so well as we do our own opinions in immersing…
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It is hard sometimes for people to understandwhen one has little to no interest inmoneyas inthe accumulation of suchthe earning power and just how muchone can make by what it isthey aredoingit interests me not in the leastexcept of course…
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December’s arrival tiptoes softly in laying down quietly on your doorstep and calmly waits for you to notice… much difficulty sleeping of late, bothered by unruly sinus congestion has me slightly panicking in the night trying to breathe now this morning seems to have plugged up one ear ugh! also,…
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My week began with the all too familiar internal toil of pushing through clouds trying hard not to destroy myself with chatter willingly drawing in, in gentle intentioned loving kindness words and familiar phrases to ease myself through and repeating the same for you end of week, my inbox fills…
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This morning I finish a book by a highly accomplished, much determined quite inspiring, creative woman written about a dark and difficult time in her life but coming out the other sidelovinglyand I finish it with that all familiar sigh… what is it you want in…
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I have what is known as a heart murmur, described to me as one valve smaller, and the need for the heart to pump a little bit more to get the blood through so essentially what I have is an extra heartbeat that…
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Boxes had been piling up for weeks or months really and by about ten o’clock this morning they were all gone my son moves out today or has done, I guess moving in with his longtime girlfriend finally, after a bit of pandemic interruption starting ‘grown-up’ life together which is wonderful and she is wonderful and…
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This morning I notice the return of the Juncos to my feeder, and this… “I wish you wouldn’t have called me a poet, now every morning I wake up and try to prove it.” blesses my day, of ways to begin in gratitude – commune with…
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