When it becomes a practice,(when it becomes mypractice)to see beautiful thingsto regularly look at things in lightand shadeto see everyday ordinary thingssimple thingsasbeautifulit quickly takes the place of nasty thingsof ugly thingsof spiteful thingsdirty politics and popular opinionsbecome big businessname…
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Today is about the birds and thebeesand listening to love songsit’s about genuine kind words from a genuine kinda friend,that more than do their job ofexpanding my heart(thank you TR)stepping out the back door, enveloped by hot humid airthe first…
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The day startswith the pacing of the dog holding tight to his bearan early morning thunderstorm, proves to be a real crackerand has upset him terriblymy husband already up and gone, one son soon to followit is me then,for comfortwhich…
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This morning I am feeling a bit overwhelmed, by life The sun is shining … beautifully while I am sat to coffee with my love. In his chair across from mine, he is laughing to the point of tears while…
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What is it I can tell you of my dayhow almost nothing was accomplishedbut much was restoredhow uncertainties weren’t answeredand little wassolvedhow hours flew byyet time moved so slowhow you rushed and how I draggedhow I could feel the softest…
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On the inside of me I am smiling wide ode to a peaceful morning, a fairly restful sleep, a much needed lie in and the feeling of a Friday – no obligation day I decline accompanying my husband and number…
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Do you ever think yourself an odd duck it’s a funny kind of term, isn’t it odd as in don’t quite fit in or stands out of not so full of same-ness and funny because of course none of us…
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So today I’m starting with this, Is there no end to man’s inhumanity? Never ever, ever in the balance of this insane world will you make me understand military might in the face of people in need, tear gassing men,…
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A few further thoughts, (and I’ll blame this on facebook always asking me What’s on your mind?… a dangerous question, you’ll see) First to the beauty of my mid-October dahlia, whose colour is divine, to the tiny visitor at her…
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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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