When one’s first instinctalwaysis to hide the origins of whichareso deeplysown forever mappingthe wayswe inhabittheworld much importance is puton the spacesof our own makingsafety as it were, in familiar surroundings fences andgates comfort in knowing, in trustingimpermanenceover shamefacedfailings when one…
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Today.. well today is, as they say – all the feels. Today, a day when our big maple tree is cut down, for safety. After a brief but mighty wind blew through in a thunderstorm, last weekbreaking off substantial branches…
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If I could promise you, that each time you took just one step out of doors something wonderful would be there to greet you no matter how you had been feeling that day with something joyful, just simple or sweet that there were miracles and magic and wonder waiting… somewhere just next to you that might…
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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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You know August can sometimes feellike the cruelest month,even though it’s not got the harshnessof winterthe sometimes colourless, bleak and bitter coldthat will comeit just has a transitional feelof things about to changeof letting goof losingthat for some reason finds…
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You know, I tell himI think I am on the edge of dark and lightthe very top of that damn roller coasterand I am holding on for dear lifefingers over eyesuh-oh.. he saysyeah, says I two days ago, I tell…
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I wanted to write something today,but I haven’t had the timeI find if I don’t get started early,it’s too easy to get caught up in thoughts of what really should get done anxiety is highthat’s where I would startI know…
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