Today I’m thinking aboutplaying smalland the expression ofsuchhow we are warned againstand advised toneverit’s a big money maker, this expressionall the self-help, and theto boldly go, kinda thinkingGo Be More, to get More, to haveMORE!!! seems to me it all…
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Soft sleepy kisses break up the morning’sslumberlovely husband is off earlyto workwhile I, opt for lying in a little longermy day off andpuppy snuggles just warm enoughforkeeping mehere the morning skya gorgeous blue, and the sun shineson every lovely thingbelowas…
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March comesratherquietly in… againlike a lamb, as theysay feels a kind of hopeful thingdoesn’t itthe ‘march’ on to spring(nearly there) I am reading a very good and important bookby Maria Ressa, a courageous, strong andintelligent womana book heading straight for…
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Today I am reading about flowersamong other thingswhich to meseemsthe perfect thing for late January for several years we have been inching our waytowardsun-lawningthe sort of unnatural, obsessive, artificialbeautification ofspaceslooking more toward justenjoyingthe marvelous wonder ofwild things and always I…
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Sunday morning’s rather soggy dawnopensaslight little yips forhelpfrom an aging dog knowing perhaps whowill respond I am up where soft whimpersare actually less about helpand morefor shared company we begin strict orders and the very real need forconvalescencesounds kind of…
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In the night I amlisteningharbouring back to the days ofbabies and toddlersnever quite fully asleep… just in caseinstead now, I am listening for sounds ofdistressas our beloved, gentle giant of a dogseems to be aging quiterapidlyback legs failing to cooperateand…
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Early days of January, where weather isbest describedasbleakhard to remember when last one sawthe sunor the stars evengrey, grey skies, most often issuingrain drops instead ofsnow(as January ought to) this morning I sit down to coffeeand in reverent sort of…
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For the last several days I’ve been thinking aboutmy husband’s Aunt Tinaand the feeling one often has ofthe wishfor more time Aunt Tina was the dearest lady, andmost gladly took me in her loving embracemuch before my husband and I…
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“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.” ~ Herman Melville To love the…
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Can you possibly imaginea gentler sky… to accompany a silent(although never so)morning’s meditation in the gardena walk under billowy puffs of cottonever so slowlyclosingin the morning feels as though I am notas far out of theditch I’ve been travellingas I…
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