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)
Your neighborhood is so beautiful I want to come live there! Your poem is beautiful too! 😀 ❤
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Thanks. We have a spare room!
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If I had the money I would be there in a NY minute! LOL! 😀
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Ah, yes. Always that one problem, lol.
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This is truly beautiful.
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Thank you.
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LOVE IT! Might be a bit jealous that mine didn’t really stick. Hope it’s a sign! 😁
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Thanks. We’ve had more since – even the roads are white. I heard that they are calling it a Snowller Coaster this year.
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That is hilarious. Never heard that before! I somewhat hope it is!
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