Today, it’s just a perfect fall day,wet andsoggythe colours outside are stillbrilliantrain, almost alwaysisneededand it’s Sunday… so it suits this morning, quiet startcoffee with my loveand conversation of things to comenew chapters unfoldingin real time we talk this morning aboutchanges…
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This week marked thirty yearsthat we have beenin our houseand always this day feels just likelove to meclearly, I can remember coming to look at itfrom our first tiny, greenhouseto this lovely, large, older charactertwo small boys in towneeding to…
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Last week, MondayI come in from work to tell himI have hit mylow earlier, I have quite silently whispered to myselfI cannot go oneverything feels, as if Iammuch too fragile for this old world on the inside, I push througha…
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“If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”~ Lewis Carroll Days have felt likeAlicetumbling down into the darknessofthe rabbit holeunable to grab hold of muchor make senseof a worldgone tonon-sense…
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September one…always feels a bit like, the new yeardoesn’t itmy most loved season starts to face itsendand we, each of us,in so many waysbegin to facechangeandwaysof letting go today as I sitclouds in the gorgeous skyever so slowlysailchanging from the…
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If I was to begin withnothing much to tell you… it’s the season of my husband working lots(there’s a few)and the nature of the business he’s inwe’ve never had weekends likepeopledoso, we’re not off adventuring orweekendingone night a week we…
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Friday morningmid-August, blue skies andsunshineof course, you will know wheretofindme the loveliest temperatures todaynot too hot, justabsolutely beautiful outside first thing, I am metby the all familiar humthat will render one quite stillthe vibration of wingsrapidlybeatingjust beside mea gorgeous little…
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I will never not bethe child of an alcoholic I will never not beaware of just when scales have beentipped of lost conversationsof lessgraciousnessof lesscaring memories blurred or missed of much less connectionand of course,caring I will never not be…
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Another gorgeous, gorgeous day,I mean, that aloneis to becelebrated, but this morning, something wonderful a walk to my most peaceful spotthe pondwhere for a time I will gaze on familiar spacesas I doevery day there are words, etched on my…
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This morning, once againabsolute perfection in a summer’s daywell, probably not completely perfect, after allisn’t that some kind ofsillywordwhat I really mean to say is, temperature wisesights and sounds wisewarm filtered sun, light gorgeous breezeaccompanying trill of the grasshoppersmy very…
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