“Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.” Virginia Woolf
Those Moments Those moments, when thoughts flurry, rushing in and through like wild horses fast and loose on the plain of choice all lathered and snorting when all seems settled, like floral table cloths set for dinner, or open books by the window waiting for translucent days like almond blossom, perfect and delicate, all soft and fine, now overrun with tantalising thoughts to follow this way and that, those moments, when life offers rich turns of unfathomable mystery. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Your pounding hooves
Are the sounds of many moods
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Yes, that flurry, well said, much appreciated Ivor, thank you for sharing.
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My pleasure Paul…
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Wonderful!
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Thank you very much Vj
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Welcome
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Wooven with great metaphors, and unbelievable depth. Michael
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Thank you so much Michael.
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Love this Paul!! ❤
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Thank you very much 🙂
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I love those wild horse moments! Thank you for reminding me of them.
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Aren’t they wonderful, to be treasured 🙂 Thank you for sharing that Liz.
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Indeed they are! You’re welcome, Paul.
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Too right! That rush of hooves… exhilaration, then exhaustion 😉
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Absolutely so, something you clearly know well, 🙂 thank you for sharing that Chris.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Walt!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Beautiful – so true
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🙂
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