What if, you rarely read fiction didn’t ever pay much attention to the best seller list preferred a good deep dive into biography or learning something new what if you didn’t much do netflix or really even which of those buttons to push didn’t quite understand the binge part of anything much preferred a good…
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A morning walk of gratitude in the garden,I notice the last of my roseslies face down in the dirt, a little bit frozenin time… last night I sit down to dinner, and think how very fortunate I am to have a…
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I been wanting to write for days,but for lack of sitting time,I have yet to startanythingreal blissfully happy in the garden, thisis my time of yearhot, hot, heatslight breezedigging out, tending toadmiring late bloomerswatching bees and early flutterbystadpoles and toadstalking…
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Today I’m thinking about authoritative things,and things I am expert about(also known as random thoughts and thinking thingsI think, as I wander the garden) like miracles,as I am watching the bees in the blossoms on my crab apple treeamazed by…
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Things that niggle,looks like the shutter is stuck openleaving things over-exposedtoo bright, devoid of much clear colourpityjust as the sun begins again to shinejust as the greens may at last bereturning to the stagemy camera is tiredand it would appearquite…
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Today is an office day,which really means that I move seats,from the comforts of my chair by the windowto a more sturdy solid chair at the tableit is time to get things donestill a little bit of sorting out after…
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that I should be so entranced by the very promiseof loveas to be wishing that someone, somewherewould write for mea love song, possibly just a few lines that read like poetry, of longingand admirationof desperation and hopeto have someone enchanted…
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Three or four days ago, I feel compelled to write down a few words,then release them to thewindwhen it happens that words seem to comeI write without over analyzing, I write of a feeling as best I canthis one is…
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A dull colourless sort of day, early December, large wet flakes of snow drifting idly to the ground, then mostly surrendering themselves on contact.No sun. This morning I read Devotion by Patti Smith, an intimate and intriguing look into writing…
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The thing isI am not a very good housekeeperor actually I don’t believe this to be quite true,what I am not is a very neat and tidy housekeeperI just seem to find much more pleasurable ways to spend my timethan…
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