“We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.” Blaise Paschal
Those Coral Crowns If you drift, do you roll with it, hold the gunwale, laughing into the wind that slights your face with the spit of seas, wrapping your ache in strands of sea-grass too slippery to bind, or do you cast your fate to the crystal depths and plunge life with every stroke forward, tooth and scale, seeking coral crowns? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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A thought-provoking poem. I think I’d prefer to drift and and with it. Coral crowns would only cut my head and make me bleed.
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Exactly so, drifting is much more flexible and fun 🙂
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🙂
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Welcome back, my good brother 🙋✨
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Tis good to be back Ana.
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We’re on the same wavelength today. 🙂
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Ah, how delightful, thank you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks Michael.
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Beautiful! Hi, Paul! Sorry, i had a longer delay, as WP had logged your blog out of my list, and not shown me the notifications of your postings. But now i am back again! 🙂 Have a nice weekend! xx Michael
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Yes, that seems to happen a lot, I’ve lost several followers that way.
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This really spoke to me. My heart and brain are at odds and your words explains what I feel perfectly!
I want to go with the flow and be easy like the rolling waves as gracefully, but I am tumbling and flopping about. I can’t catch my breath to laugh because the wind is more the breeze and takes my breath away, I am busy bracing myslef. I feel broken and beaten, blind and cast aside, drowning even… but I know this is not like me, it’s not my nature to be this way. I know there is a place made for me where I home, safe, protective and seen. Where my crown sit straight and doesn’t tip. Somewhere.
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Yes, somewhere, that is the place to be, to find, to know.
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I try😀
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Yes, it’s never that simple.
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An interesting question. These days, in these troubled times, it seems to me the trick has become to try to stay flexible so you can do whatever the moment needs…
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Totally agree, yes, absolutely.
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I prefer to drift. Life has challenges enough no need to add to them.
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It sure does, and drifting is much more adaptable.
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There’s a time to go with the flow and other times to seize the moment, just depends on how much strength you have, I think! Lovely, Paul!
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Yes, good point Susi, and many thanks.
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🙂 You’re welcome!
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Interesting poem
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Thank you
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