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Invisible path – Creating the map as you go, finding your treasure.
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From dark ground skyward, Latent beauty emerging, Ruled by warmth and light.
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Blessings in your life, Visible but often missed. Learning to notice. How many times have we heard the phase, “count your blessings”? Or we should write a “gratitude journal”, to remind ourselves of all the things we have in our lives that we are to be grateful for. Does it occasionally seem that we are…
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Frustrations fade as eyes grow soft, vision expands, Tranquility dawns. How wonderful is that moment when you first feel tranquility stealing over you. That fleeting moment when the jaw relaxes, the shoulders drop and the eyes soften. It seems that those moments are so rare and precious in our busy lives that often times we…
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A single blossom Surrounded yet set apart Self-companionship. Our society does not seem to value the ability to be alone. We are constantly inundated with the idea that we must always be with someone, either romantically, socially or even in the workplace. That being alone is a negative state that should be avoided whenever possible.…
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Small leaves reaching out New sprout from unlikely place Growth makes a difference. Sometimes we grow in unexpected ways. Do we really know what are our strengths and weaknesses? Should we be expected to know everything about ourselves or are we allowed to be surprised when we discover that we’ve grown and changed…
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Twisted up tightly, Unsure and out of my element Unrecognizable. It is disconcerting to discover that you hide to protect yourself. We sometimes find ourselves in situations where we just do not feel like a “fit”. It might be social situations, it could be work, hopefully it isn’t at home. The realization that the people…
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Sit beneath a tree, Listen to the wind whisper, Sharing it’s secrets. How wonderful it is to just sit beneath a tree and exist. To feel the sun and shade on your face, to listen to the wind, to feel the grass beneath you and the bark of the tree at your back. No worries,…
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Unable to see, The trap’s escape eludes me. Dreams of flight remain. Having a dream, but being unable to see the way to achieving it is a true trap of the self. Frequently we have a dream but end up so frustrated because we cannot see any way to get out of our present situation and work towards…
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One beautiful bloom Carrying all of the love of a parent’s heart. Who has the harder task, the gardener or the flower? Few would deny that being a parent is hard work. But perhaps being the child is just as difficult. One side is trying to learn about the world, while the other side is trying to protect and nuture…
I see...I write...I am. 