Photo: Flat Rock, along the Blackwood River.
“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.” Joseph Campbell
The fruit of adolescence recaptured
that old reckless abandon,
a fearless letting go returned
as I came across the first stone,
I was moved, overcome, and I cast
myself upon the sweet-smelling earth,
kicking off my shoes in a Moses moment,
daring to touch this sacred ground
the very core of me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
📍enthusiasm runs the world
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Yes, there really are places like that!
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Sometimes I wonder that any eyes out there must think I’m mad when I stop to exult.
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Oh, no, I am the same way! You either feel it or you don’t.
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Isn’t it amazing when you do feel it? 🙂
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It is really Amazing when you feel it
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Yes, like no other!
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ya
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is tarah k sthan pr jakr aise mahsus hota h ,jaise hme bhut uchai pr hn ekdm tajgi ka ahsaas.
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Loved this
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Thank you Cheryl 🙂
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Climbing Beaver Brook Falls did that for me.
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Sounds interesting, I find falls fascinating.
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It’s a beautiful place. The path up to the top was very eroded, so we were pulling ourselves up by grabbing onto tree roots.
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I’d love that even though strenuous.
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The view from the top of the falls was spectacular!
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And thrfore worth every bead of sweat 🙂
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Definitely!
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I have been moved by different places – you describe it well.
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Isn’t it amazing when you feel it? Thank you for sharing that VJ.
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It is amazing. Welcome, Paul.
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I also,
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The power of being in the moment and at the same time savouring a sweet adolescent moment is a powerful combo!
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O how we lose our youthful senses. Thank you so much
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You are right 😉
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😉
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Thank you kopfundgestalt!
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connection to country does that … well described Paul!
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Thank you Kate 🙂
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my pleasure 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Charles
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My pleasure!
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We have all had experiences as the one you have lovingly expressed here in poetry. And those are the moments we want to experience again. 👍❤️☕️☕️❤️
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Yes, so precious. Thank you for sharing.
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Such beautiful words – so much resonating in this for me
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It is completely understandable, I get that.
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I have experienced this too and it is beautiful. Thankyou for this lovely poem Paul
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Thank you so much.
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