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My home

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My home is not a mere place, not just bricks and mortar, but a yearning that resides deep within, obscured by the hustle and bustle of daily life. It is a longing that transcends physical boundaries and material possessions. My home is the people who fill my heart with warmth, love, and understanding. It is the laughter, the tears, the shared moments that weave the tapestry of my existence. My home is not confined to four walls, but it encompasses the vast expanse of life itself. It is the symphony of nature, the rustling leaves, the whispering winds, and the … Continue reading My home

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There are things we come back to …

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There are threads that pull us back, anchors that tether our souls to the moments that resonate with the deepest parts of our being. There are people who etch themselves into the very fabric of our existence, weaving themselves into the tapestry of our hearts, leaving an indelible mark that time cannot erase. There are places that beckon us, whispering secrets of nostalgia and familiarity, where the air hums with the melody of memories and the sighs of belonging. These are the places that sing and sigh, where every corner holds a story and every cobblestone whispers of bygone days. … Continue reading There are things we come back to …

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You leave a little piece of yourself behind with every good-bye

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With every farewell, a piece of our soul lingers in the air, a whisper of our essence that remains long after we have departed. It is the imprint of our presence, the echo of our laughter, the warmth of our embrace that lingers in the hearts of those we leave behind. Like a trail of stardust in the night sky, we scatter fragments of our being with each parting. Our words, our gestures, our shared moments become the tapestry of memories that we weave into the lives of others. And though we may physically move on, a part of us … Continue reading You leave a little piece of yourself behind with every good-bye

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An anchor

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n the depths of uncertainty and the chaos of life, there is something that keeps us grounded, something that pulls us forward even when we are tempted to look back. It is the anchor that holds us steady in the stormy seas of doubt and fear. It is the flicker of hope that burns bright in our hearts, guiding us through the darkest of days. It is the promise of a better tomorrow, a future filled with endless possibilities and new beginnings. Even when the world seems to be crumbling around us, we cling to this something, this beacon of … Continue reading An anchor

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It is the time, time …

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Knocking on the front door, it is the time, the air heavy with unspoken words. I take a sip, hoping for courage, but my voice falters into awkward silence. Time laughs, taunting me with memories of tears shed, knowing the passage of moments while I remain lost in its currents. On a blue summer day, the wind whispers through my soul, rustling the leaves of my heart. It’s time, a time to recall a love lost, and time chuckles, claiming we are alike, if only I’d realized, for I do not know how to hold on, and neither does it. … Continue reading It is the time, time …

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Forgive me

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Forgive me, for I failed to heed your gentle call, In the silence, I feared abandonment’s cruel thrall. I longed for thunderous proclamations, a resounding decree, a clear bell tolling, a call that would set me free. In my anguish, I raged and wept, lost in the void, the deafening silence, my senses left destroyed. Why did you not make your presence known to me? I strained to hear, yet your whisper eluded my plea. In my arrogance, I overlooked your subtle grace, blinded by my yearning for a louder, bolder embrace. But the silence was not void, not a … Continue reading Forgive me

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Do you believe in the impossible?

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Do you believe in the impossible? Do you believe in the impossible? A child raised in a violent home, turning out to be the most loving creature of all. Do you believe in the impossible? Learning to write at age 55 only to write your memoirs before illness takes you away? Do you believe modern individuals of an anesthetized society? Can you possibly see further than you can reach in order to grab, grab something from me? Do you believe this world is not out to get you? I was kicking boys, and making girls cry once. Now every time … Continue reading Do you believe in the impossible?

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Something to be thankful for

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I sincerely hope that, today and every day, each and everyone finds something for which to be thankful. Many people struggle at this time of year because there is something or someone missing in their lives. I most certainly empathize with those people, as we can all find something that we lack and are missing in our lives.What about the people and things DO have in your lives? If you focus on what have, instead of what you do not have, in your life, your outlook on life is a bit sweeter. I truly wish you a cup filled with … Continue reading Something to be thankful for

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Happy 2024!

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May every dawn be a sacred moment, a chance to bow in humble gratitude for the abundance that surrounds me. For the shelter that enfolds me, the warmth of family, the vitality of a healthy body, and the flawed beauty of my mind. For the treasures of my talents, and the simple sustenance of a nourishing meal. May I never forget the richness of these blessings and may my heart overflow with thankfulness at the break of each new day. And as the night descends, may I seek out a glimmer of light, a breath of tranquility, and a wellspring … Continue reading Happy 2024!

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Time, my cordial friend

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Time, that relentless traveler, passes without discrimination, touching the lives of all in its wake. Yet, maturity, that elusive companion, selects its confidants with discerning care. Maturity, a maiden adorned with the marks of time, wears her wrinkles proudly, a testament to the journeys she has undertaken. Her eyes, wearied by the weight of experience, gaze upon the world with a wisdom born of countless seasons. Clad in unassuming attire, she carries herself with a quiet grace, her uncolored clothes a reflection of her understated elegance. Beneath her weathered exterior, beats a heart that refuses to yield to the ceaseless … Continue reading Time, my cordial friend