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Mindpopsicles: November 2012
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Monday, November 12, 2012. There is a bridge. But instead of one there are many. And you can cross as many as you want. At the same time in the same space. In the same timezone. The bridge of swords. Is a pledge to self to grow. To aspire to learning, being, rediscovering. It becomes simple once you decide. To 'lose the mind' and follow the heart. In the becoming of you. Which is simply a bigger version. Of who you you thought you were before. To so...
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Mindpopsicles: Story telling
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Thursday, June 6, 2013. Midway through the story. Try and rewind but no. The story stops for certain. What continuation there is. Is simply what passes as time. Blobs of words. Appear. Die. Live. It's hard to say nowadays. Letting words fall where they may. Silence is my better friend. All the shouting and screaming that went on. Might as well have been in vain as the thoughts that raced before them. What does silence feel like? Time I live in.
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Mindpopsicles: September 2012
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Friday, September 7, 2012. The two brothers walked. The two brothers talked. Worry spread over their faces. One spoke the other listened. They changed positions so the other spoke. And the first one listened. The sharing of nods and mood. Assessment of the situation. That was very grave indeed. A conclusion was reached. Smiles came out as lunch was served. Thursday, September 6, 2012. Timeless, although the death is timely. Stored as memories below.
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Mindpopsicles: hit with truth
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Monday, November 25, 2013. I wrote this quite a long time ago). Whatever made sense before. Makes both no sense anymore and yet it does. Only after time has passed. The heart was bruised, stabbed. And then run over by a truck. In the hours of despair the heart waited alone. First aid was applied: stitches put in and some taken out. Carefully over a period of days. It was not the other but you. Who trampled on yourself dear friend. It is no comfort.
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Mindpopsicles: today is the day
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Saturday, March 9, 2013. Today is the day. I consider every day to be the most important. When cuddling my cat I hear her musings of content. She only cares to be loved, to be warm, to be fed. Simplicity and serenity lie in the arms of friendship. Being happy with what is. And rejoicing the love that is with us, today. Some blessings are eternal, some are fleeting. Whether we can find a friend or not: remember to purr every day. Today is the day.
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Mindpopsicles: June 2013
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Thursday, June 6, 2013. Midway through the story. Try and rewind but no. The story stops for certain. What continuation there is. Is simply what passes as time. Blobs of words. Appear. Die. Live. It's hard to say nowadays. Letting words fall where they may. Silence is my better friend. All the shouting and screaming that went on. Might as well have been in vain as the thoughts that raced before them. What does silence feel like? Time I live in.
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Mindpopsicles: easter matter
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Monday, April 1, 2013. Is there a need for rituals. The refinement of existing in this place. Is enough to move and be in joy. The firmer the desire for anchoring. Oneself to a requirement,. The more solely it serves the purpose of ego and false safety. Quietude is the only thing that really sustains. Listen to the space that envelops. The stardust that whispers sweet nothings. No easter egg can hold the richness. A story unwritten only matters.
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Mindpopsicles: February 2013
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Monday, February 18, 2013. Pulled and pushed and adjusted. My center of being was muffled and condensed. Only in sleep could I return. To desired solitude to rest. I waited for clarity to come. And no solution came. No messenger in day. No sense at night. To simply act without a cause. Seems relentlessly sad and stupid. I watch mostly as days unfold. Yet speak my mind as I see it. What wish have I. Which direction to pursue in longer days. Pic: on J...
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Mindpopsicles: the turkeys
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Where inspiration and whimsy meet on a lifestyle block. Tuesday, November 6, 2012. The male turkeys dance. They prance and jest, they fluff and huff loudly. Until one has had enough and turns round, dashing off. To some food that looks interesting. Or to monitor a chook that is scurrying for worms. Are busy too, two are nesting,. One other is young and restless. And one is recovering from a ferret wound. Yet all reside in the green, looking happy. In the here and now. And the male turkeys gobble. When do...
