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“In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.” Alice Walker
The place to begin
was a strange performance
disarming our indifference,
skirting the dangers in
this profound mystery
held in vessels imperfect,
a visceral connection to
the center of one’s own truth,
the nature of all things,
disrupting the boundaries which
one must always unknow.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Literary Adventures
A love story that meets travel and nature
Questioning the conventional wisdom
Judaism, work, life, poetry, etc. Not code for "single and looking". This is not a dating blog.
Facets of Life- Poetry, Writing, Literature, and Philosophy
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
A community page for those inspired by nature.
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Relax! Let your eyes wander and quiet your mind with some visual therapy. A picture is always more than you can see. You will also find my own illustrations, animations and sometimes short stories. You never know what you will find so make sure to come back.
parallax 
Yes, to find a place to begin to find our true selves again. It does take a conscious effort because so often our true selves have drifted away without our even knowing it.
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Sadly yes, so distracted we become it just drifts, I like how you describe it, thank you for your thoughts Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. Fortunately, I’ve found that as long as I’m writing, the drift corrects itself.
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Writing is the best I find, so grounding and yet so expansive too.
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Exactly!
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“The boundaries which one must always unknow” seems like the right place to begin. 🙂
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So subtle, we might be unfortunate enough to ignore them, at our peril though. Many thanks Punam. 🙂
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Indeed! You are welcome. 🙂
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Very intriguing. I like this a lot, Paul. ♥.
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Thank you so much Niki
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“The center of one’s own truth.” Yes! Let’s get there!!
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I keep hoping for a mass arrival at that truth, we sure need a change.
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Agreed!!!! 💛
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“a visceral connection to
the center of one’s own truth,” You are always finding so wonderful expressions. Love it! Michael
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Well, sometimes they just arrive, wonderful flow some days.
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Great poem – and so true
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Many thanks.
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