from where i sit…
My husband busies himself in the kitchen he has had his coffee and his read he is up to get on with the day while I am content to sit in the comfort of my chair and get well stuck…
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late summer feels like…
This morning the gardens have that late summer feel I won’t say fall, cause we’re not there yet, there’s no need to rush it fading beauties on sturdy stems browning just around the edges puffball mushrooms under the tree more…
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loving you, again…
A deep dive into amood,what feels like a seasonin actual fact, lasts all of three days where I choose quiet andbroodyto minimize the need for unnecessarilybeating myself up andlashingout keep my head low(to match the spirits)gently as I canease myself…
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even then…
“Honor yourself with the humanity you ask everyone else to recognize.” ~ Dr. Yaba Blay What if today we agreed, to temporarily suspend all sweetness and light to instead spend the day in quiet contemplation of failing to save the…
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a bit of blue and the magic of things…
This morning the house feels muggy and damp, and outside the sky is a kind of gorgeous shade of pale greyevery now and again,a bit of blue feels a bit like rain is imminent, and really is one of those…
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between the few…
From my kitchen window for a few brief minutes, I can see a gorgeous pale blue sky and the softest powder puff clouds sailing over even though most of the day has been overcast and colour less from my kitchen…
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here, let me hold that for you…
Think I’ve found my calling, time to get the business cards printed this morning I read these words, What small piece of sadness can I hold for you today? this is it, it hit me like the first signs of…
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in your pure light…
Feels a bit like it’s been the longest monththis week,(and today’s only Wednesday)I have this friend (ya know)who finds herself once again, so very frustratedby work, that she is (not completely)powerless to changeand being the wise woman that I amI…
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something good…
I kept myself half-awakemost of the nightwords running through my headof something I wanted to writeof course I think what you’re supposed to dowhen this happens, is get upand write it down, which I didn’t doinstead I just kept repeating…
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peaceful assistance
Friday is, as it happensmy daybest served when it begins with the steady streamof emptying the house, for a time of its occupantsexcept for me and a general assortment of wildlifedogs, cats, birds, hedgehog, fisha day in which Imight spread…
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