Rest. Nap as often as you need;life can be exhausting – store up. Cry. Let your feelings be known –your voice is your saving grace. Joy is a whole body experience;immerse yourself in total delight. Hold on to those who love you;your survival depends on them. See the world through new ideas;you never know what […]
Blue expandingcrisp whiteof tiny sails –horizon The lull is gentlelucidity swellingserenity present How safe it isto imagine limitlessnesswhen I am groundedbreast to railinganchored ashore. (Image my own)
Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Such a joyful sight this blast of colour, lifts my soul.
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Thanks, Paul!
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Very welcome VJ
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Parasols is perfect for this photo – very nice 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Great analogy.
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Thanks Keith!
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So full of fun. 😀 😀
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Thanks!
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Cracking haiku!
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Thank you!
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Love it! They do look like parasols!
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That’s what I thought. Thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely! ❤
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Thank you!
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