When one’s first instinctalwaysis to hide the origins of whichareso deeplysown forever mappingthe wayswe inhabittheworld much importance is puton the spacesof our own makingsafety as it were, in familiar surroundings fences andgates comfort in knowing, in trustingimpermanenceover shamefacedfailings when one…
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Days when I have been thinking ofsending you love,joy or maybe just the lightest touch ofgrace I wouldn’t tell you anything at allabout the hurtful things of the worldof things we cannot solve or eraseof the marks to be left…
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How very quickly thingsare subjecttochange as this morning begins gently,and in comfortcoffee and a bookthen quite abruptly changes intochaos and rather sudden overwhelmthe joys of a blissful quiet sit with the dogscareens off course into patience stretched thin with thevery…
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“First let me tell you everything that’s happened since you left”, I will say through the window, you see I sensed she’d gone off to the woods to walk quietly among the bluebells and to have a serious talk with the trees about things…
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I carry words in my pocket like love and delight like wonder and like grace find it quite comforting to always know, exactly where to find them and like gratitude, now that one slips into my palm with a smooth silkiness that always feels as if it…
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There is great comfort in waking early beginning the day in a house still in slumber sitting with coffee and a book by the window where outside the day is just barely breaking last night’s beautiful worm moon bright against a still dark sky listen to the sounds…
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(I started writing this on Wednesday, as a way to sort out the heaviness on my heart,last night my Uncle John’s life came to its end, and he is nowfree from pain, and resting in peace.) I wonder my friend,…
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Taking notice of the rise of the morning sun as it lights the bird feeder, just so making it appear as though someone has left a light on for comfort I could spend my time thinking up new ways to tell you I love you that…
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Currently what I am reading is A Taste of Power by Elaine Brown one woman’s story of resistance and resilience of, for the most part, young disenfranchised inspired people coming up in the Black Panther organization while also last night revisiting the remarkable…
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As the beauty of the sparkly sunshine suddenly turns to a more colour- less kind of sky snowflakes increase in velocity and a cold brisk wind begins to nip I have just stopped for counsel with the morning dove the dove represents peace of the deepest kind, I…
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