The Tuesday after Labour Day always feels like an ending and a beginning for me. Do you feel the same? There’s something special about this day. The return to school means the end of summer and there is a great feeling of circularity. Every ending promises a new beginning, right? The new year offers a…
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What is one thing that is calling to you this summer? One thing you really want to do, that will fulfill your soul and satiate your desire for creativity? This past week on Lemonade Days the theme was freedom. We talked about the variety of meanings that freedom carries. And I wrote a little poem…
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It has been a difficult few weeks. Time has slipped by due to responsibilities that beckoned and I’ve missed reading your words and writing mine. I have however, been writing short poetry and verses, sometimes rushed, as the words come to me. It is a wonderful way to release thoughts and emotions. Do you find…
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What’s happening in your life? Are you finding the magic? Any synchronicities? This morning Vicki wrote a post about her God moment, entitled Jackson and Grace. And just a few days before, Wynne wrote about her God moment, Connecting the Dots. Both posts, linked below, point to the magic that exists in our lives. This…
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In these tumultuous times, saturated with uncertainty and division, it’s easy to get caught up in all the negative emotions swirling around you. Don’t forget to live. Here’s a little poem that came to me as I watched the sun set over the horizon, from 30,000 feet above our planet. There’s nothing like being at…
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Here’s the poem I told you about in my post on historical El Morro in Puerto Rico. As I rounded a corner on the Paseo del Morro I saw a man sitting on a bench underneath a beautiful old banyan tree. It looked like a Banyan tree to me. It seemed to me like he…
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Have you heard of a new trend going around on social media? It includes writing a poem to your younger self. Some choose to write prose. The trend began with Jennae Cecelia writing a poem to her younger self that begins with, I met my younger self for Coffee. She posted it on Instagram and…
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The sun was high in the sky. The air felt light. A goldilocks day, not too hot and not too cold. The perfect day to toss on a comfortable cotton dress and a pair of flip flops, (my favourite even at my age) and go for a nice long afternoon walk. As I walked with…
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The golden hour, coffee in hand Gentle waves shift the sand Twilight flows, the glare it mellows the lines on her face and the leaves in yellows Sun dips down over the hill Her hands at rest, her heart is still Peace is here 44 words, by chance. I’ve missed the last two Friday Fictioneers,…
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