“We overfill our lives, hoping more will make us feel like we are enough.” Ellie Roscher
Otherwise It's full, I'm busy, there's much, I can't, not now, overwhelmed by waves of everything overtaking my life with a depth unexpected, while yet completely anticipated, at least in my mind, on paper, as the voices of the wise posited with each sharp intake of breath, I told you so, which seems less right in the moment of I think I can or, why didn't you say before you entered this moment, with a "well I thought you knew", of course, but of course I didn't, otherwise I would be otherwise, of course. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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‘ Sharp’ like a sword!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Sounds like an awful lot of awful is happening.
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It has been an annus horribilis – a stressful time.
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This poem seems another bit of synchronicity. I resigned from my job last night.
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I am planning mine. Yours comes as a surprise but yet not, you have had a struggle with it on several levels if I have read correctly?
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So full yet so empty… that’s how life seems now.
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Yes, that space we’re in individually, but also together too.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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This past year or so has been a time for reassessing and reprioritising. I’ve taken a downshift, taken early retirement. Seize the day! – within the confines of lockdown – but that’s what the imagination is for. Let’s be kind to ourselves.
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I love this poem – a heavy topic brought with light humour without diminishing the powerful message encapsulated here
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