in stories told…
If someone were to write the story of you, what do you suppose they would say? about who you were, how you were, who you are? about who you loved, how you loved, IF… you loved and just who it…
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. . . and to you this day . . .
the loveliest wish…
The loveliest wish is to wish for an ordinary day where a Wednesday would usually be my day to write today instead I sat with my love to morning coffee and he made me laugh almost to tears then together,…
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a morning walk…
A morning walk to the library, in the fresh fall air admiring the blazing colours of fallen leaves and the artistry of the trees standing bare against looming shades of grey and billowing clouds I am basking in the glow…
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It’s my day!
Today… is the day yes, today is the day, correction Today is my day .. it’s my birthday! I have a friend, who happens to share the same day, ‘Ugh!’ She says to me, ‘You can have it. I won’t…
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and to practice…
When we are in desperate want of simple peace practice peace when we are lost in search of hopeful station practice peace when we are scared and cannot find small flickers of light practice peace when we find no answers…
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and what if you fall…
Wait! Wait a minute, just stop here.. close your eyes and think of someone you love and why.. a partner, someone you fancy even Unrequited take a minute think of someone you love, and why think of the nicest thing…
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a few further thoughts…
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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always in the window with a smile…
What I’ve been thinking about lately is an elderly lady in my neighbourhood who I had a very special friendship with, though we really didn’t speak very often. For most of their years of elementary school I walked my children…
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in a garden of thought…
This morning rather grey and cool-ish has a definite settling of fall in the air. The familiar stiffness in my hands and feet, the ache of overwork and not enough gentle stretch also usher in this change in temperatures. Regardless…
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This morning, first thing…
This morning first thing I am wondering why the train outside my window is so very loud disturbing the softness of my slumber This morning first thing, I am looking to the puffiness of eyes and the stiffness of hands…
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