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is it safe for me to wander here uncovered … to leave for you my heart open and raw delicate and unprotected is it safe to lay down tears and fears and joy to give to you my unveiling and…
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“Why don’t you come, and visit me here “.. Now, these are words you will very seldom hear come from me.  It’s not that you aren’t welcome, it’s just that I don’t do that  ‘come on over’ thing so well.…
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yesterday, full to overflowing filled to the brim with gratitude bubbles on every surface yet I could feel the waves starting to roll taking with them tiny grains of sand tiny pieces from my skin today, I am burdened with unconscious…
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to me August has a feel no matter how I try to not acknowledge it is there tapping it’s fingers on my brain there just isn’t enough time it’s fleeting seasons will change the most joyous will fade it is…
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I’m standing outside today in sunshine, watching the Blue’s splashing in the birdbath. The cardinal lands in the apple tree. A monarch butterfly flutter’s by. Then my Love comes to stand beside me and as he looks around, he says…
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I am nudged awake this morning by a great rumble of thunder and a smile I happen to love thunder such an amazing, awe inspiring resounding voice unseen it sounds as if the whole of the sky will just open…
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If I could give to you this day then My, how you would shine! the bluest of skies and the sun in her brightest glory not a day for squinting or shade but to open your arms wide and to…
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…to the blessings of Love, of life and a nice bowl of cherries We do not lose any of our light by simply shining it on others quite the opposite, really we, instead illuminate I watch in blessed awe and…
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I could be perfectly content to spend my days wandering  here and scattering seeds among the colours of the earth each delicate soft hue and bold burst of beauty captures my soul and tickles my fancy every leaf and tendril…
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it is true grief can be a treacherous thing it weighs us down it hangs us low it clings to our skin and gets in our clothes it threatens to become our scent for fear of drowning we thrash and…
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