Serenity… a life's expedition


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I see the world through rose-colored glasses

At least when the sun is shining. Even, sometimes, on cloudy, wind-swept days. I know, now, why people warn against them. The other evening I was innocently walking along when I looked up and stopped right where I stood, transfixed by the sundowning sky. It was brilliant! Storm clouds closed ranks overhead, dark and billowy, [...]

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Sunday, December 12th

“Hope is the thing with feathers …

That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in [...]

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Tuesday, December 7th

“I still find each day too short for…

“… all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.” – John Burroughs [photo via]

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Monday, November 22nd

late off the starting block or just in time?

I love this: BBC – Anglesey writer, 82, lands three-book deal An 82-year-old teacher and theatre director has been given a three-book deal after writing her first novel. The Great Lie, the start of Myrrha Stanford-Smith’s trilogy, is a fictional look at William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe’s rivalry. The Brighton-born grandmother from Anglesey said she [...]

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Friday, July 2nd

random beauty: save the sky

“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But, it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. [...]

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Thursday, July 1st

snapshot

The newspapers spread wide against the wall are so bright it is only a moment later that I notice the small woman framed by them and the old quilts covering the beds, they’d probably bring a fortune today but then they were just old quilts. Who was she? The credits say “Mulatto ex-slave in her [...]

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Monday, February 15th

a hopeful first and last

Wake up in the morning, sip that first cup of coffee and set out to find something good to greet the writing day. And to bid it goodnight. That’s my plan, though I am not under any illusions that it will be easy. Good news des not always jump into your face like bad does. [...]

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Tuesday, January 5th