“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion
Blown Away Today I noticed the wind which came whipping at my door and pushing against my windows, I saw it sway the trees and throw waves against the sand, I want to be enveloped in that wind, to be pushed and thrown to new places and experiences like autumn leaves lifted from a path, taken beyond to the unexpected. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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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.
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I LOVE this! I could actually feel myself being pushed by the wind.
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Thank you Liz, what a wonderful affect.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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We’ll come on up😂We always have plenty to spare☺️
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I don’t think it was a hot wind he was wanting for the purpose ~ but you’re a generous friend in offering! 🤣
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The wind is hardly ever hot even in summer
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Sorry ~ ignore my terrible humor 🙏
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No problem at all😉
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Thanks! 😅
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🙂
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Which might be a good thing
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Lol
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Ha, maybe you need it more 🙂
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In a delicate way! Wonderful flow Paul.
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Many thanks Rupali.
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Careful what you wish for, bro! 😅
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Lol, yes, it might be an ill-wind.
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Lovely poem, Paul. That yearning for adventure resonates with me.
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I know you love adventure
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🙂
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The wind blows where it wants to…
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Yes, it takes no account of us. (I remember reading that somewhere)
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In many ways we are those leaves blown away in a way meant for us. I wish it were only the wind that blows me away.
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Yes, there are many winds, many human winds that intrude. Thank you Astrid.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks for the reblog Michael, lots of work you do for many of us.
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Many thanks
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This poem made me long for a walk in the wind along the beach
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Ha, yes, if it wasn’t for the bug right now we could have, darn!
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