Category: Thoroughly Mundane
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Trailing a tale
Originally posted on Cantadora – The keeper of stories.: A short story? But what will I write on I wonder,Can I really write something going along the alphabet line,,,Ddefinitely worth a try. Early during the turn of the century. Fatima the shepherd girl went tending to the sheep and mountain goats. Goats particularly the mountain…
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On the Light Side
On the light side.. Its fun. “That does it,” said Jace. “I’m going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.” “Why?” Isabelle said. “So you can look up ‘fun.’ I’m not sure you know what it means.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes Last evening an aunt of mine called, she is hitting 74. She…
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Life transitions,
Life transitions, Death and rebirth of self My ankle was shattered in an accident, during its recovery it could not take load, so I learnt to shift the load from ankle to the toe, and knee, but the knee became painful then that’s when I learnt to work with the hip joint whenever possible so…
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Ending the cycle – start today.
Ending the cycle – start today. “My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.” ― B.G. Bowers, Death and Life Each day offers us an opportunity to renew our resolve to the universe that we are ready for change. I am a point…
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Gift of being out balance.
“The only gift I have to give, is the ability to receive. If giving is a gift, and it surely is, then my gift to you is to allow you to give to me.” ― Jarod Kintz, The Titanic would never have sunk if it were made out of a sink. This morning I was talking to…
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The Phoenix Rises.
#startanewlife Phoenix is bird that emerges from its own ashes; I have been burnt thrice now I am threatened for the fourth time. But I am the phoenix and my new song begins. Ever looked at butterfly emerging out of a cocoon, it looks so painful, the wings that un-crumble if I may use the…
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