Tag: wind
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The Power of Now – Journal
Feature Image Fynbos in The Western Cape – Upsplash.com Journey With Eckhart Tolle “The moment you start watching the thinker, a higher level of consciousness becomes activated. You then begin to realize that there is a vast realm of intelligence beyond thought.” Eckhart Tolle – The Power of Now Journal. I cannot say that I…
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The Power of Now – Journal
Be aware of the space that allows everything to be. Listen to the sounds; don’t judge them. Eckhart Tolle – The Power of Now Journal. This is profound. I have been working on this approach for a while now. Becoming aware of the place (space,) where the business of the thoughts in my mind are…
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The Cheat-Clover and Atlas
Feature Photo by Hannah Myers “Atee, it’s Clover. You got a minute?” “Sounds serious, everything okay?” “Atee, we need to meet.” The sea breeze forced its way into the telephone booth and beach sand stung her legs. “I’m fine, but we need to talk.” “Something wrong Clover?” “Nothing’s wrong. Look Atee if I called asking…
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Vince-The Plan
Feature Photo by Upsplash.com This is the plan, the chickens coming to roost, Vince thought. Wind buffeted the late night; it began to drizzle, the cold drops spattering onto Vince’s face. Under the lamppost, he cut a ghostly figure. “Hi, Vince.” “You’re late!” Vince grumbled. “I know. Got laid up at the factory.” Gordon sounded…
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Revenge-Wisdom Snippets From Peter.
Feature Photo by Kaylee Stepkoski upsplash.com I do not practice revenge or retaliation, it’s just too risky; in the long term, as with mirrors, they always return my image to me. Sometimes with distortive force! Revenge and retaliation are the evil twins of their mother, desolation. Throughout my life I have regularly set about changing…
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Weekly Words of Wisdom-The Dandelions.
Feature Photo by Galina Tcarkova Upsplash.com Learn From The Dandelions Looking out my window, I see hundreds of Dandelion seeds blown off the mother flowers into the wind. These float as lost and unsure of which way to go, sometimes shooting upward, sometimes downward. They have no fear, though, as their Guide, the wind, knows…
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Trail of Wilderness
Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I? Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder. Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind…
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Children
Children Harry Martinson 1931 A group of children play here – the wind cleans the sky, the clouds dance. Someone flings rocks, someone helps an ant home, someone throws the hazel spear through a spider’s web; Some caress lovingly – a boy and girl, explore the skin’s smoothness, blush red, feel giddiness, kiss…
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