Photo: sunrise at Jindalee.
Days
I sometimes wonder how days feel,
we enter them,
mark the hours as sacred,
rue the late,
resist the early,
regret some and
rejoice in others.
Immerse,
focus,
and lose ourselves in days,
of joy,
of grief,
of love,
anticipation,
with each new day,
something, but
how do days feel?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Beautiful photo and poem Paul!
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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You’re welcome
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They must feel as we are…. good piece! 🙂
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Thank you so much for that. 🙂
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I really like this. I have been having moments where I contemplate and ponder the most complex yet simple of things
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Isn’t it amazing?!
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Yes
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oh lovely 🙂
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Thank you so much Kate 🙂
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welcome
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🙂
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This is an interesting question!
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I’m a bit that way, but I’m a fan of deep ecology – relational ecology.
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If you ever start up a discussion group …
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Ah, I thought as much, a fellow traveller, yes, I would let you know.
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Good question!
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Thanks Winnie, appreciate that
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Great poem
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Thanks Lyn 🙂
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Wow that is fantastic!! What an interesting thought that is?
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Hey, thanks so much for that
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What an interesting thought Paul. Loved the pic too 👍
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Thank you Radhika, so glad this spoke to you, appreciate your thoughtful response.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Very deep – philosophical
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