My nephew embarks on his trip around the world on Friday and his Mom sent him this really amazing card while he has been staying with me. He showed it to me...and now I want to share the words with you - because it's beautifully true.
"Each new day is like an ocean wave returning to the shore-you have no idea what it will bring,...
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"Each new day is like an ocean wave returning to the shore-you have no idea what it will bring,...
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king_mob:
Can you stick happiness with a pin to a kill board?
My favorite poem from the first time I heard it - It's long 
but it's stunning and appeals to my tragic soul 
Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)
The Highwayman
PART ONE
I
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman...
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but it's stunning and appeals to my tragic soul Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)
The Highwayman
PART ONE
I
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman...
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_loulou_:
I have never read that before. I really enjoyed it - thanks for sharing!
When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you
Haven't...
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Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you
Haven't...
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_loulou_:
I've decided that we need to do more for ourselves... I've spent too long looking for happiness from others.
And I'm glad that I've inspired you. That's quite the compliment.
Much love xox
And I'm glad that I've inspired you. That's quite the compliment.
Much love xox
the_libertine:
and to you, sweetness... have the happiest of holidays!
Ever read the book "Loose Girl" by Kerry Cohen?
I was on the TTC today and messing around with my phone and came across a passage I copied from it - it resonates with me every now and again...
"Some days, I sit in my small apartment with my loneliness, an unwanted guest, the pain intense enough that I keep my arms wrapped around my...
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I was on the TTC today and messing around with my phone and came across a passage I copied from it - it resonates with me every now and again...
"Some days, I sit in my small apartment with my loneliness, an unwanted guest, the pain intense enough that I keep my arms wrapped around my...
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Happy Thanksgiving Americanos 
Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the...
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Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the...
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Woman with a somber gaze,
Tell me, what do you see in the candles?
are they ghosts in the night
or are they flowers of the earth?
What do you treasure on your lap
illuminated and transparent,
even in the air
your silhouette appears?
Twice as much the pain,
twice as much the loss,
the flowers have become rivers
and the fragrance cries out.
Pondering...
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Tell me, what do you see in the candles?
are they ghosts in the night
or are they flowers of the earth?
What do you treasure on your lap
illuminated and transparent,
even in the air
your silhouette appears?
Twice as much the pain,
twice as much the loss,
the flowers have become rivers
and the fragrance cries out.
Pondering...
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