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Living now...: Faking it and making it
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Monday, 7 November 2011. Faking it and making it. Pretending is like lying, right? Well, let’s consider that a bit more. Why would I want to admit to faking it? Well, sometimes it does seem like I am all alone in an ocean of people who all appear to know what they are doing and why they are doing it. And I feel lost when I realise that, so I fake it.
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Living now...: 02/01/2013 - 03/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Monday, 25 February 2013. Reflections of Goa - Holiday Memories. It was the layers of heat delicately surfing on the air waves all around me that confirmed it. Shrieks of excitement were knitted together as we dashed across the sand which eagerly swallowed the warm rain as soon as it made contact. We were happily soaked, however, it was dry and hot ag...
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Living now...: LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY - LOST IN SPACE - (VIDEO & LYRICS) DINO MAGKASI
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Sunday, 6 March 2011. LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY - LOST IN SPACE - (VIDEO and LYRICS) DINO MAGKASI. I'll never lose my faith in you.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Water-Front Streets - Poetry by Langston Hughes. Water-Front Streets The spring is not so beautiful there – But dream ships sail away To where the spring is wondrous rare And life i. LIGHTHOU...
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L'encre qui coule de P.D. Gourlais: La Plage de P.D. Gourlais
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L'encre qui coule de P.D. Gourlais. Samedi 15 octobre 2011. La Plage de P.D. Gourlais. Qui se sont érodés. Nous voyons toujours d'ici. D'une danse sans fin. Il y a le sifflement. Comme les crêtes plient. Sous les poids de l'eau. Il y a le cri de la baleine. Qui se réveille quelque chose. Primal dans notre sang. Il y a la casse de glaciers. Qui plongent dans la baie. Ta main dans la mienne. À perte de vue. Un jour, nous disparaîtrons. Mais la nature restera. Elle n'est pas séparée. Au bord de la sable.
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Prace Poetyckie napisane przez P.D. Gourlais: Wszystko- Szymborska
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Prace Poetyckie napisane przez P.D. Gourlais. Nazywam sie P.D. Gourlais. Jestem studentka gerontologi na podyplomowych studiach socjologi. Interesuje sie sztuka. Jestem entuzjastka poezji, teatru, filmu, literatury i jezykow obcych. Wlochy sa moim ulubionym panstwem. Lubie muzyke i gram na pianinie. Mam dwa rozpieszczone kotki. Lubie czytac i pisac. Fascynuje mnie moja specjalizacja i moje badania naukowe. Kocham plywanie, medytacje, spacer bieganie i joge. Niedziela, 10 stycznia 2010.
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Living now...: 12/01/2012 - 01/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Wednesday, 12 December 2012. 12/12/12 - More than just numbers . Today is the 12. Day of the 12. Month of the 12. But, information is not all the day is about. Information and facts are totally different to understanding. I decided to understand this date in my own way. Something associated with the number sequence 12.12.12. It has been enlightening.
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Living now...: 01/01/2013 - 02/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Tuesday, 29 January 2013. What are your colours? What are your colours? Would anybody know just by looking at you? Would they know by hearing you speak for a short while? If you don’t show any colours do you automatically become a victim of circumstances? What are your c. Friday, 25 January 2013. Untitled 7 - poetry by Marjorie H Morgan. The Bridge Po...
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Happy Every Day: Vibes
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Saturday, 1 October 2011. The ‘music room’. When it feels right . it feels right. Morgan likes music. Getting her to practice is sometimes difficult, but now she has her saxophone it’s the opposite. She has the vibes. She wants to keep on practising. Now Morgan is playing all her instruments more frequently. Instead of getting her to start playing, I have to ask her to stop. Playing as she wants to go on for hours. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Lucid Sword of Opacity by P.D. Gourlais.
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Happy Every Day: October 2011
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Thursday, 13 October 2011. Days are busy. They are always packed with things to do, places to go and people to see. That’s why it is so wonderful to take time out to make more beautiful memories. After school one day this week we spent the evening baking and tasting our creations. This time we had created puff pastry apple turnovers and mince rolls (makes a change from sausage rolls, don’t you think? They were delicious and didn’t last very long. A tad generous with the dusting of the icing sugar . Holdi...
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Happy Every Day: Nighmares
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Wednesday, 10 November 2010. You may look at the title of this blog and think that I have posted it incorrectly. Surely, you may say, nothing about nightmares can make for a happy thought? I too was more or less of that mindset before a recent incident. My daughter (DM) like myself is blessed with being able to sleep undisturbed through most nights. This smooth pattern of rest was disturbed the other day . or rather the other night. When I got to her bed she was shaking, sobbing and hyperventilating.
