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The Unseen Sky
The sky is full of billions of stars. Or maybe infinite. Who knows? What I do know, however, is that the only times I’ve actually observed and appreciated the beauty of the night sky is when I’m tucked away in nature, far from city lights, perhaps in a village by…
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You’re a Monster too
(I hope you enjoy reading this short story I wrote based on the prompt: Ignore every instinct to flee. Remember: You’re a monster too.) The bed creaked as Noah snuggled deeper into the covers. The rain pitter-pattered against the windowpanes outside. The cloud-shaped night light by the door glowed and…
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Art… and love
These are some of my paper craft pieces I’ve made over the past few years 🙂 I love doing paper quilling and can spend hours crafting paper into beautiful flowers and other designs. And then I love giving them away to friends 😊 I have hardly any pieces of my…
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Creativity
Embrace boredom. Let your mind wander. Into nothingness. Into the wild. Far from the madding crowd. There you will find your creativity.
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Christmas Calories Don’t Count!
Another slice of cake? Oh no, thank you dear, I couldn’t possibly eat another crumb! Is that sticky toffee pudding I see there? Ooh I wouldn’t mind having some! Oh well, Christmas comes but once a year And Christmas calories don’t count I’ll be back huffing and puffing in the…
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On time
Time passes, as fleeting as a shooting star, and as slowly as a watched kettle on the stove. We will it to go slower, and we will it to fly by, but we cannot make it go back unless we turn the clock upside down 😉
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Upside down
Yesterday was a beautiful sunny autumn day. After a few weeks of grey overcast skies, the sun came out to play, lending a touch of magic to everything around. Golden leaves shimmered in the trees as the wind rustled through them and for a few moments everything was right with…
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Ruminations Running Riot
I write to capture sentimentslike caterpillars in a glass jar; words evolve into sentences, asthoughts crystallize and acquire meaning; bleeding out in black ink against whitemy reverie captured in cursive: a glacier, still and yetmelting into a crescive stream flowing over pebblesthat are many centuries old; gushing, words flowa babbling…
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Forget me not
Mike Walton was very forgetful. “You’d forget your head if it weren’t attached to your shoulders!” his wife, Janet, had sighed that morning, flinging her hands up in exasperation, after he’d forgotten half the items on the shopping list she’d given him. Now, on his way back to the grocery…
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Autumn has arrived
Autumn reminds me that it’s okay to let go; to shed thoughts and ideas that serve me no longer. I can’t welcome the new if I’m still holding on to the old. It’s okay to let go of preconceived notions of who I thought I wanted to become, and just…
Writing Out Loud 