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Eldest

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“Just how old are you?”
Although youth has long died,
“As young as the moment,”
My body replied.
“If I want to play out
In the sun, or climb trees,
Run laughing through dewdrops,
…I’ll do as I please.
I have a few wrinkles,
My hair’s going grey…
Inside I’m a child
And I still need to play.”

“Just how old are you then?”
My body asked mind,
“As old as conception,
Just think and you’ll find
I’ve been here all along,
In your cells and your brain,
Learning forever and seeking to gain
From experience, wisdom
That I can impart…
But perhaps we should ask
Just how old is the heart?”

“Just how old are you?”
Said the heart, “Here’s the deal…
I’m living two lives,
One to beat, one to feel.”
To the body, heart answered,
“My beating is yours.”
To the mind it replied,
“When you feel…

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Love Breaks Down the Walls of Difference

❤ pure ❤

Mark All My Words

by Mark Miles

Sometimes it’s tempting to believe that living separately from others who are noticeably different is a good thing. This idea has been present in our society for a long time, and under the current US presidential administration it’s gaining renewed emphasis. While the wall that Trump plans to build along the Mexico-US border is superficially about keeping immigrants out, it’s also about keeping the rest of us in — in boxes, ghettos, suburbs, strip malls, and prisons of our own making. It’s about making sure that all of us color inside the lines, think inside the margins, and live inside the repressive excuse for a free society that our leaders have built. In short, it’s about turning our entire society into a giant penal colony.

But there are other ways to live. There are ways to live that integrate people of other races and ethnicities without degrading…

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Looking Inward…Searching Outward 

Wise words from my soul sister Millie ❤

Mystical Journey

Last night at a beautiful gathering of friends a soulful woman shared a story that stayed with me throughout the night. She spoke about a man she knew who owned a pig farm up in these mountains. The man was in constant pain. His feet ached so much that it was preventing him from keeping up the farm. He was depleted of energy. The feet ailment was paralyzing him. He couldn’t move forward with his farm or anything because of this issue. Then one day something magical happened. He noticed that he was wearing his boots on the wrong feet. At that moment I had one of those Millie shout outs that I think I am keeping to myself but the filtering has decided to be loud (real loud with a few cursed words)! “Wow…what a metaphor for how we often live our lives…walking in the wrong shoes.”
Often times…

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like no other ~

My lovely friend Bobbie writes from her beautiful soul and this is very special…Xxxx

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softlyme

were we ever
(not together) –
bound forever by a dream
(by a kiss) to unremember
every sorrow
passed between

the whisper
and the longing
for (another)
one more life
a sunrise (like no other)
stealing covers
from the night

once a vow
was laid to silence
I shall wait
(for you) til then
lest my soul
remit this passion –
(come awake) to dream
again

. . .

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Pay it forward

I am with Dylan on this initiative, it is a natural way to bring new work to light. 🙂

Suffolk Scribblings

Pay it forward

I’ve been thinking a lot recently on the difficulties faced by independent authors like myself. The indie author community is very supportive of each other when it comes to the writing process. We encourage and congratulate, offer tips and advice, yet when it comes to talking about independent books we tend to focus predominantly on our own work. I am as guilty of this as many. But a number of things have happened recently that have made me decide to change.

How independent musicians support each other

As some of you long-term readers will know, I used to review the monthly Live at the Cottage gig that is held every month in my local village. These gigs attract high quality unsigned acts, most of which make a living through performing live and selling their independently produced CD’s. There are many similarities between what they are doing and what we, as independent authors, are looking…

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Threads of pure love….

Foothills of The Pennines

Mum and I bowled along in the car yesterday, bathed in sunshine, driving towards the foothills of The Pennies. What a beautiful county Cheshire is. We were going to a service to say ‘goodbye’ to John, a man and his family who have been linked to Mum and Dad, and our family, for over thirty years. A character, an abundant life, family life, love and a marriage of sixty-one years was celebrated yesterday.

The chapel was full of love, with stories shared, memories evoked and love flowing. The sunshine matched John’s character, and when his brother Peter stood up to talk about their early childhood, John’s character shone out through the stories.

Mum and I both woke up early this morning and tucked downstairs, wrapped in shawls, to natter and drink tea. We also managed to watch the latest recording of a programme we both love, but I digress! We chatted in the early morning peace and shared stories of John and his family throughout the years. John’s sons, Stevie and Peter, are around my age and we have shared life’s ups and downs over the years. There have been many ‘helping hands’ to and fro across the road from where Mum and Dad live and John and his sons have their business. Many parties too, the best kind according to Mum.

We all reached out yesterday, hands were held, cheeks rested against cheeks and arms were wrapped around shoulders. Love.

A marvelous life and legacy John, thank you.

X

Friendship with loving thoughts, words and actions…

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A friend sent this lovely card yesterday and as I worked last night I kept glancing at it. We didn’t know each other when we were little, but these two young girls could have been us, even down to the hair colour.

Our friendships help define us and I am so very grateful for my friends.

Moments…..

When words are not necessary, but understanding is complete.
Love flows and we can feel it.
Laughter lifts and brings sparkle to our days.
Sharing and venting are done in trust.
Little gifts and cards are sent.
Days and times of escape are planned.
‘Do you fancy a cuppa?’ and the answer is yes.
We are reminded of who we are and the hurdles already cleared.
Encouraged we put our best foot forward.
With loving gratitude always.
X


Jane Sturgeon

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