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A Moment
There it was, quietly mine. A moment of the greatest love: a Mother’s love. My love. For them. And I know they tire me senseless, and I know I wish them away (too often for my heart to understand) but… Continue reading
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The Wish
It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading
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The Next Step
I have spent so much time searching for the next step, and yet the next step has always been taken. With no need to search. Continue reading
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Somewhere
Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading
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Sitting Up Here
Maybe I’m sitting in a tree, somewhere, looking down at it all. I’m sure my feet are dangling, and I’m probably whistling in harmony with the wind through the branches. What do I see when I look down at my… Continue reading
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Good Morning
Good morning, sun. And good morning to the girl who sits quietly and smiles, amused by it all. Continue reading
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Loveliness
Ah, the loveliness. There it is again. As smooth as the drifting river, as quiet as the song of a mother to the sky. Lovely loveliness. The sweetest of all the dreams. Continue reading
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This Great Love
I am the soft of you and you are the soft of me. There is nothing that taints this great love. Nothing, not even the words you cannot say while I stare, while I marvel at your majesty and blooming… Continue reading
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Holidays and Summer Wind
Australian summer and there I was, sipping a glass of wine beneath the gumtrees, wrapped in my best winter scarf and topped with a little woolen hat. The wind: shocking. It’s not unusual for the country town we’re holidaying in… Continue reading
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Magical Questions
Where do thoughts go once we have thought them? Where does the wind go once the storm has passed? And why do so few wonder about life, why do they not ask more magical questions? Like where do thoughts go?… Continue reading
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