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Think in Ink: 7/29/10 - Reality's Connundrum
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Thursday, July 29, 2010. 7/29/10 - Reality's Connundrum. Choices - the choices we make are a direct reflection of who we are and what we value. Preference -our preferences are what we would like to see, but are not always, fully realized. Our reality is what is intended for us, regardless of what we prefer to choose. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It has been quite a while since I have posted anything in my blog. I have come upon some difficult times and it has slowed the flow of thou. Was it a ble...
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Think in Ink: 7/16/10 Hide & Peek
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Friday, July 16, 2010. 7/16/10 Hide and Peek. Not intentionally hiding, but tucked away. And when it became apparent that no one knew where I was. I did not speak up. So I guess I was more, "removed" than hiding. There was no fear of being found. I did not feel that anxious, excitement that you experience when you hide and don't want to be found. I was actually right there,. Within earshot, but no one thought to look behind the predominanty shut door. It's hinge leaving it open ever so slighty,. Words...
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Think in Ink: April 2015
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Sunday, April 26, 2015. I long for the silent strength of collective thinking. The quite concentration that fills a room,. Where minds are deep in thought. The expanse of energy, is subtle. And electric at the same time. And as the thoughts moil. But it is invigorating and disruptive. To the quiet that prompted the sudden turmoil. And from the silence bursts a storm. Links to this post. Thursday, April 23, 2015. We can not make a fault line strong by willing it stability. Links to this post. Holding on T...
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Think in Ink: February 2015
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Monday, February 9, 2015. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It has been quite a while since I have posted anything in my blog. I have come upon some difficult times and it has slowed the flow of thou. Superbowl Sunday.a quasi holiday. Celebrated by most everyone, even those that are not football fans of the usual type. The fair weather. 7/18/10 - A letter to Connor. When we dont like whats in front of us Where do we go? What course do we take? Do we go back, go around, or plod through?
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Think in Ink: Fighting Happiness
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Saturday, January 24, 2015. Every time life,. Delivers me a gift,. I can't help but think. It's a Trojan horse. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It has been quite a while since I have posted anything in my blog. I have come upon some difficult times and it has slowed the flow of thou. Superbowl Sunday.a quasi holiday. Celebrated by most everyone, even those that are not football fans of the usual type. The fair weather. 7/18/10 - A letter to Connor. What course do we take? Drifting Old Drafting Fear.
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Think in Ink: Waiting for the Words
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Thursday, January 8, 2015. Waiting for the Words. Stir me with persistent passion. Move me to the point of pen. Force me with the flow of thought. Help me find my voice again. Strengthen me with centered presence. See me with an eagles' eyes. Sense me with acute assessment. Hear me with my silent cries. Find me with my heart extended. Hold me when you see I'm weak. Heal me with ethereal whispers. Let me hear the angels speak. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 7/18/10 - A letter to Connor. I haven't pos...
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Think in Ink: October 2014
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Thursday, October 2, 2014. Getting Wet and Loving It. A mother who has lost a child carries the weight of that child in grief. That love does not fade or weaken. It remains a tear in the heart that weeps everyday. Spiritual souls collect these tears and pool them together in a cloud. When the weight of the grief becomes too heavy, the clouds release this abundance of love with showers. So the next time it rains, soak up the love. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 7/18/10 - A letter to Connor.
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Think in Ink: November 2014
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Thursday, November 6, 2014. A perfectionist's thought process;. The sign of progress is to better your prior best. Anything shy of this is less than your abilities and thus establishes your first level of failure. The depths of failure will always plunge far deeper than the apex of success. This is why a perfectionist is often in the dark. Chipping away at the canyon, but seldom recognizing the beauty in the variant grade. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 7/29/10 - Reality's Connundrum.
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Think in Ink: The Drifter
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Monday, February 9, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It has been quite a while since I have posted anything in my blog. I have come upon some difficult times and it has slowed the flow of thou. Superbowl Sunday.a quasi holiday. Celebrated by most everyone, even those that are not football fans of the usual type. The fair weather. 7/29/10 - Reality's Connundrum. 7/18/10 - A letter to Connor. 7/16/10 Hide and Peek. When we dont like whats in front of us Where do we go? What course do we take?
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Think in Ink: 8/3/10 Uninspired
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010. As I sit here with my laptop on my lap and the lights in my face. Is this the best use of my time? Could I be anymore sedentary? Is this really what I want to do? Does this make me feel accomplished, at anything? Can't I do something more inviting? Why have I been so solemn lately? Could it have anything to do with the direction, or lack thereof, that my life seems to have taken? I've allowed myself to fall into this void of unending, mundane isolation. Before you could speak, I ...
