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We sail high above the wide salt-water canal, my boy and me, with a green and yellow chute billowing behind us that propels us to fly as high and free as a kite in a sea breeze.    A smattering of pale blue, semi-transparent circles below us rest as flimsy paper on the water's surface....
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Integrity. Acting from the heart, from a place of love and compassion and understanding. That's the essence of life. Integrity and the heart go hand-in-hand. We can’t have one without the other. If we live and think with integrity, then we can only come from a place of love and honesty, a...
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Occasionally I’m given a gift that is so thoughtful that it makes my heart go soft and gooey like bulging pillows of marshmallow roasting over warm embers. I’ve had a few of those gifts in my lifetime and I had the pleasure of receiving one of them this week. It was a late Christmas present from a...
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My wish for you in this new year is the same as my wish for me ... May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only...
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Two baubles of hazel rimmed in brown, glimmer and follow me as I walk across the expanse of this room. They know. They care. They watch high and low, near and far, protecting as a long-time guardian. Their ripples of warmth and colour flow to wings of abundant love that nurture its young....
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There seem to be so many souls departing this Earth at the moment, and others experiencing turbulence and ending in relationships. And with that, is the heartache and readjustment to a life without someone who was there yesterday. Or are there so many? Perhaps it’s the same amount throughout the...
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A coy peek sideways and I hope to catch your glance, or even better, your smile. You must not see me steal that look but then again, l want you to catch me watching you, for then you'll know. You must know by now. My smiles and gestures, my hello waves. Surely they paint a masterpiece equivalent to...
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I always want to write in an authentic voice. So to do that, I dig around my subconscious for an experience, sometimes using a pick to break through my protective crust in search of that golden something. And when I strike that gold, it can literally explode inside of me and expose me to a rawness...
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Here’s a striking truth: 'When nobody else celebrates you, learn to celebrate yourself. When nobody else compliments you, then compliment yourself. It’s not up to other people to keep you encouraged. It’s up to you. Encouragement should come from the inside.' ~ Your Daily Woo After reading that...
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A sister’s son fights in hospital to recover from a neurological disorder that has inflamed his spinal fluid. He’s eight years old. We see the effect of his illness. His back pain, his difficulty with urinary and bowel functions. Parts of his brain are swollen. Messages for muscles to move and do...
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I’ve been blogging for two months now. I had no idea what I was doing when I began, and that scared me a little. But I didn’t want to know what to do or how to do it either. I saw blogging as a way to write and express what I was feeling without anyone telling me that I should write this way or...
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Oceans never stop their joyous surge, constantly breathing in and out. Their excitement levels peak and trough and their rolling rumbles can burst through the fabric of any tent to create a sea-lullaby that sends all to sleep at night. Children continue to swim and surf, sprays of moisture and salt...
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Twelve months can fly as a second on a wing of the cosmos, or drain as a lingering eternity. Three births grow a family to reach almost eighty, and an outdoor entertaining space once dreamed of is today the place for our gathering, our honouring of you. In your room at twelve months on, and it is...
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He sits hunched at the kitchen table in a dark cap and sunglasses tinted orange. A murky blue curtain on the window opposite is part way drawn to reveal only a slice of the waking morning. He’s already thinking about how he must drive to the supermarket today. His eyes dart around him. What if they...
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As I stand by the kitchen sink looking out into the dawn of a Sunday morning, an orange and green twinkle of a diamond enchants me. It’s a brilliant twinkle amongst a smattering of gems that dance throughout the backyard; day in, day out. Opals of spring blossoms that emerge at the birth of a child...
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