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I find things in my archives, some of forgotten provenance, such as this poem from long ago. I don’t recall now when I either wrote it or found it. If I did find it, I apologize to the author for having lost the reference, and ask that if anybody recognizes it tha they tell me so I can give credit where it is due. It is about partings, the subject of so many songs and poems. It is about those times when the ship has sailed or the train has left the station, and how little it matters whether one is on the ship or the shore, the train or the platform. In song, the play list is too long to put here, and besides, every one has their own. Which parting brought this into my journals, I don’t know. Perhaps it was that girl from the North Country, perhaps…
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I think i’m in a much better headspace then six months ago but I have a low stress job. I do wonder if I can keep this self love train going. It seems I’ve been pretty stable since the new year and I like it. No it’s not been perfect but tolerable. I feel different… more content. I’m anxious about this next week. I don’t have enough work to see me through so i’m afraid it’ll be a long week. I’m just babbling I think at this point but it’s what’s on my mind. Thanks for listening.
I’ve always loved this song. Even when I was a young girl this song would hold a special meaning. It never failed, it came on in the Knick of time to offer me the comfort I needed at that time. It reminded me then and still reminds me today to….Let It Be. I’m posting in the hopes that if anyone is struggling that this song will come as a reminder that whatever you’re going through….Let It Be. Everything is going to be ok. Many if you may not know the true meaning of this song, but here it is.
Paul McCartney wrote this song. It was inspired by his mother, Mary, who died when he was 14. Many people thought “Mother Mary” was a biblical reference when they heard it.
According to McCartney, this is a very positive song, owing to its inspiration. One night when he was paranoid and…
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As we have been busy making heart garlands and pouring glitter over styrofoam hearts and other crafty things someone let winter in again! I’m not going to say anything about who that may be but someone did say they were sending me some snow!
I personally did not know about this development until 3 a.m. when I received a text saying there would be no school today. Or Library due to weather conditions. I looked out the window and didn’t see anything but apparently it rained last night and the temperature dropped to single digits and the roads were solid sheets of ice. On I-40 there were at least 40 semi trucks lined up on the shoulder of the highway. The sun is acting like it has no idea what is happening, just shining bright as ever but it’s 20 before the wind chill and the wind is vicious.
No…
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It’s time to get back into Charli’s 99-word flash fiction challenge!
February 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sign. It can be a posted sign, a universal sign, a wonder. Go where the prompt leads.
Here goes.
Why Did I Get Up?
Why Did I Get Up?
Nina dragged herself to sitting position. Why did the alarm have to go off?
She swung her feet out of bed and one landed on a squidgy mess.
Great.
The cat had been eating silly things, and deposited his sick at her bedside.
The shower was no better. Her flatmate had used up all the hot water.
Even her morning coffee was blighted with the fact there was no milk left.
After three hours of sitting on a bus, trying to reach her workplace, Nina gave up.
All signs that she should…
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Have you heard of this great party that happens every weekend on my blog? Its the share weekend, if you want to get to know more, then click here and join in, you can post or just read some of the great blogs and posts that are being shared
It’s been just over a month since my last update, but I’m trying really hard to keep updating as regularly as possible. Once a month seems about right for this series. So what’s been happening since last time (writing first)? Writing problems and solutions!
I’ve been writing reasonably seriously for about four or five years now, mostly short stories, with a couple of novellas. I want to get a novel written. Something longer. Do I have it in me? I hope I do, but I don’t just want to write 70K words and call it a novel. I want to write 70K words that make sense, that go together in a way that makes an actual story. I don’t need it to be an instant best seller, I just want it to be complete. I’ve been doing a lot of my growing here on the internet and have…
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I spoke recently with FEI 3* judge Lee Tubman. I have done lots of interviews with dressage riders and I thought it was time to get a judge’s perspective.Every horse and rider enters the dressage arena at A , halts at X, and salutes the judge who is at C. In the international competitions there are five judges and the judge at C is the President of the Ground Jury. In the World Championships and Olympics there are seven judges.
How did you start on your journey to be a judge?
I was on the Canadian Young Riders Team at the North American Championships in 1985 and I decided I wanted to understand more about how I received marks in the tests. I also wanted to know what the judges were looking at during a test. So I took a judging course. I’m a person who enjoys being on a…
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She is the embodiment
of the questions we pondered
on a sunny afternoon.
Knowing the hype of the
newest workshop and buzzwords
would all have their moment in time
we asked each other, What Comes Next?
What is…
The driver of contentment?
The reason to try one more day?
The song we sing to our inner-self?
With quiet wisdom, and wonderous curiosity
she asked, “Where Do We Get Our Oxygen From?”
Today I danced as if it was warm and sunny outside
As if the world can someday be just, fair and peaceful for All
Believing that alone and collectively we make a difference
to ourselves, our neighbors, and our world.
Smiling huge and with a nod to the snowbirds
soaring above me on this winter’s day
my thoughts went to my teacher, my friend
I thought back to that moment when she asked
“Where do we get our Oxygen…
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