“Each of us is an artist of our days ….” John O’Donohue
Whose Ripples Have Ceased The beginning of beginning, completely life changing which is no small thing, becoming unstuck, imagining what it would be like if we agreed and pursuing a mind that sits so still, like a lake whose ripples have ceased to come and go, accepting all that floats upon it yet owning none of it. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Easiest GF DF recipes that ANYONE can prepare. No BS.
Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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Wow, the ripple comparison was so on point💗💗💗💗
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Lovely
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Thank you Cheryl.
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That’s such a beautiful photograph. I can see how it would inspire poetry. (Unless I have it backwards, and the poem came first!)
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Ah, yes, poem first, and thank you Liz.
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I remembered this time. 😉
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😉 I think that is not so easy in a busy world, so many things to remember 🙂
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That’s for sure. My job is pretty much all minutia–that changes on a daily basis.
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That is frustrating – energy sapping
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It is. I’ll be glad when I can retire and write full-time.
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Yes, that tension is mine too, it seems to drag.
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“Life changing” is a phrase shared too freely, but you are right, it “is no small thing.”
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Many thanks Michele, you clearly know this in yourself 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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💕😘🌹
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The comparison with the ripples is fantasti. I also love it, so much. Michael
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Much appreciated Michael, so glad you enjoyed it.
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If we realize. Lovely poem, Paul.
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Yes awareness, thank you Rupali.
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Beautiful. Love the last line.
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Thank you Amy 🙂
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Life would be peaceful if we chose to accept and own nothing at all. All and nothing would be ours.
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Yes, that’s the ironic truth, loved your response Astrid and I so agree.
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