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Cecelia's Place: Journey to Life
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Thursday, December 16, 2010. Each day we walk into the unknown,. Our journey marked not by time, but. By seeds scattered along the way. Path's well worn, many feet have trod. Once buried stones bruise tender soles. Nature's bounty tempts, entices! Colors and textures promise more. Intoxicating, almost remembered,. Smells tease heightened senses. Nettles, spiny needles burrow and sting;. Blended from other paths,.
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Cecelia's Place: Come Hold Me Close
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Thursday, July 30, 2009. Come Hold Me Close. When the heart is heavy, the feet are slow. Come hold me, hold me close,. Tell me that you love me, but mean it though. Tell me of the joy of us in the here and now. Come hold me close, make me believe. I don't know how. Love me for who I am, can you see good in me? Can you rejoice in the idiosyncrasies? Body and mind ache from the wanting of your touch,. Posted by Cecelia's Place.
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Cecelia's Place: Journey to Life
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Monday, April 19, 2010. Each day we walk into the unknown,. Our journey marked not by time, but. By seeds scattered along the way. Path's well worn, many feet have trod. Once buried stones bruise tender soles. Nature's bounty tempts, entices! Colors and textures promise more. Intoxicating, almost remembered,. Smells tease heightened senses. Nettles, spiny needles burrow and sting;. Sticky seeds, burrs attach to body and soul.
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Cecelia's Place: Undying Love
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Sunday, March 6, 2011. Taller than the tallest tree,. Yet graceful as a gazelle,. Mother Earth flows into the false dawn. Morning mist caresses her feet. Low clouds halo her head. Her voice calls soft and sultry. Father Sun jumps the horizon,. Rising high to glimpse her beauty. He knows her needs. A bridge between earth and sky,. Warmth and light follow her. On her journey across the earth. She pauses and winks.
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Cecelia's Place: From the Deck
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Thursday, July 30, 2009. Destiny is pondered as the sun. Melts into the colors of life. A painting spread across rippling. Water mirrors joy and strife. The breeze is warm and soft, yet. A chill runs down my spine. In the distance a bell tolls;. I wonder if it could be mine. Who is in control of this time or date? Is it ME or IT that decides my fate? Posted by Cecelia's Place. Sometimes I ask myself that same question.
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Under the Tuscan Thumb | Sixteen years of trying to live in Italy as true Italians. | Page 2
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Under the Tuscan Thumb. Sixteen years of trying to live in Italy as true Italians. Newer posts →. Skinniest Road in the World. September 20, 2013. Heading into the first 90 degree turn. Heading home from a morning outing, we decided to take the back way, the short cut through the country roads. One particular road is especially curious. Who thought this up? Plenty of room after passing the pinch point. 8221; “Yes, slowly. Ah, perfect! 8221; It’s a real Tuscan double dare! The humiliation of it all. Remai...
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Cecelia's Place: Sometimes Lovers, Sometimes Friends
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Sometimes Lovers, Sometimes Friends. How many times will I look across a crowded room. And you are there? How many times will I walk around a corner. And you are there? How many lifetimes will I have to live before. You are no longer there? Beats the hell outta me! What have these encounters taught me? You would think by now. To be careful with my heart. You would think by now. Shell Knob, Missouri.
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Cecelia's Place: Forever Mine
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Monday, October 18, 2010. People come into our lives. Some a brief time together. Others .build a life forever. We own only moments shared. They are ours because we cared. My moments, my life. I close my eyes, breathe deep. Hear your sweet voice, I weep. So close. your essence grips,. Laughter lingering from your lips. My moments, my life. No one can take them,. No one can change them,. Moments to forever be. To light my way.
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Cecelia's Place: Westward Toe!
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Art, Writing, Poetry, Philosophy, Environment, Nature Furry Friends, Gardening,. Friday, July 23, 2010. I want to lay on a beach. My splayed toes facing west. I want to watch the sun set. Only this time I want to see. Colors more vivid than. I have ever seen before. I want them to trickle slowly. Into the water, mirroring back. Their brilliance as they move. Slowly toward the shore. Yet this time.I don't want to just see them. I want to feel them, the reds, blues, purples,. Around my welcoming body.
