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Surprising Ways To Achieve Peace
I have been searching for peace all my life, but it has only been the last couple of years (I’ve just celebrated my 39th birthday) that I’ve actually realised it. Peace is a value. A need. And for me, it… Continue reading
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And So We Rise
And so we rise. And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again. We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way. Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure. Such strength… Continue reading
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The End Of The Day
I gave my soul to the garden. I gave her my heart, I gave her my dreams. And now, I am weary. So weary, I am nothing more than this. But how beautiful it feels to have come. To have… Continue reading
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Flowers
The flowers opened with the rooster’s crow and closed as the sun went down. Everyone called them weeds, and that’s what they were if you were someone other than me. Whatever their name, they woke and fell asleep with the… Continue reading
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Peaches In The Darling Sun
It’s my birthday, today. And because the sun is so beautifully shining on my world, I’ve decided it’s time. Time to shine the sun outwards, once again. The world surely needs some sunshine, right now. And so it is that,… Continue reading
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Hermit
I always thought I’d become a hermit. I saw myself in the bush somewhere, surrounded by breaking sticks and bark for miles and I was home there. No one to argue with. No one to feel too much of. I’m… Continue reading
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I Am Here
I tell you this, dear present sun. Let you shine upon my days so I might see the light upon every web. Might every moment glimmer with rainbow shine at the very hint of forgetfulness. For I am here to… Continue reading
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Remembered
The words were simple. A question. A question of heart and soul. ‘If you could be remembered for one thing, what would that be?’ What would that be? And I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the jobs I’d done… Continue reading
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The Soft Girl Again
It’s hard to tell what brings me back to the Soft Girl. She’s certainly not always around, especially not these days of nappies and loudness and putting out the emotional spot fires of small children. But today she came back.… Continue reading
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Free
To know the soft skin of my own truth as it peers upon the fears of others. I catch their fear, I hold it. I catch their fear I love it well. And my truth whispers: of this ache, my… Continue reading
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