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D A M I L O L A – K – F A S H O L A

“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared – even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.”

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Second Onset Of Winter

Yesterday was the second day when winter showed us that it was not willing to let spring reign. I woke up to a completely white world (as you can see on the picture above – usually this tree stands completely upright) and it was snowing all day and sometimes even worse than in winter itself. 230 more words

Erika Kind

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SECOND ONSET OF WINTER

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Yesterday was the second day when winter showed us that it was not willing to let spring reign. I woke up to a completely white world (as you can see on the picture above – usually this tree stands completely upright) and it was snowing all day and sometimes even worse than in winter itself. We were lucky over here since the roads were in good conditions. But there was chaos only a few kilometers west of us on the streets and highways in Switzerland. I was almost alone at work because people could not even get out of their garages and it was too dangerous to drive with summer wheels – which meanwhile each car has at this time of the year. It is nature, so what? And it basically doesn’t influence my mood but it resulted in some damages. These are some of my poor tulips.20170429_093239.jpg The leaves on these two trees have already been frostbitten from the last snow 10 days ago bur yesterday gave them the rest.20170429_093406.jpg 20170429_093447.jpgHere you can see frostbitten saplings.20170429_093524.jpg It is nature, what can we do? But what broke my heart a bit was the broken branch of my willow. It wasn’t strong enough to resist the heavy wet snow. I got this tree when it was about 50 cm tall (about 20 inches) 16 years ago and see what it has become! What makes it special is that I received it from my deceased father and that way it is kind of a holy tree for me. 20170429_093335.jpg20170429_093315.jpg As you can see the sun is shining again and I hope that this was the last snow until the end of the year! Happy Weekend! In Love and Light

A Breath of Fresh Air

It’s been absolutely pouring down with rain for the last couple of days, so it’s great to leave my wellies in the garage and head up the hill with my furry friend in glorious sunshine… 15 more words

Outdoors

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A Breath of Fresh Air

It’s been absolutely pouring down with rain for the last couple of days, so it’s great to leave my wellies in the garage and head up the hill with my furry friend in glorious sunshine…

…from busy bees to lazy lizards…

…and a refreshing bath to end a perfect walk!

Your voice

Your voice

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is always frantic, shooting like bullets

randomly into the air. Your eyes are electric,

tottering on insanity’s indefinable edge. At the corner, 365 more words

Allison Grayhurst

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Your voice

  is always frantic, shooting like bullets randomly into the air. Your eyes are electric, tottering on insanity’s indefinable edge. At the corner, I see you. Myself, wanting to avoid the face I once believed in, wanting to slow and vanish before you lift your head and see me – bright and unaware of the hesitation I harbour – pounds in my pockets, I have nothing to give you but trite formalities and the illusion of ease. I have finished with you long ago. I have been raised up from my desperation. I carry my lamp, fuelled by a trust in something better. Your son, like you, has a beautiful smile. But in no way can he hide his drowning – lingering for years on fear’s full shore, serving his dark mistrust and the cockroach he keeps under his bed. Bless you both. Bless you for the green grass you tried to grow. You reached, but never far enough to make a difference. I have no hatred. I have no longing. I have only forgiveness.   Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

HER EYES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her eyes stare at mine

with an intimate contact, 182 more words

Poetry

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HER EYES

BY THERELUCTANTPOET
By Charles Robert Lindholm HER EYES - FEATURE IMAGE - THUMBNAIL