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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
Gentle thoughts, harshly
written on whatever
scrap of paper available.
This is your life.
This is an attempt to
make sense or make do
with the scattered bits of
information that float
to the surface of a
What is of one’s concern
need not translate into a
narrative easily understood
by others. You may not
fully comprehend its true
meaning yourself, at least
not in one sitting.
Give yourself the time.
You need to find the clarity
you need. A daunting task…
you need not ask for any
opinions from others, Each
of us sees things differently.
Today I sit with a stack of blank holiday cards in front of me, and a dog-eared address book full of names, phone numbers and/or addresses from across the globe.
The names are familiar, and the extent to which I know each person varies in time and in depth. Yet, with each name, there is a friendship shared but not acknowledged as often as it should be.
A Christmas card allows me an opportunity. I will write messages of varying length to the people on my list to acknowledge the season as well as the person.
The true meaning of friendship goes beyond words.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
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logical and chronological
What do you do when your desire to create is stronger than the will to do so?
I had one of those days yesterday.
Having returned from my morning wander and resolved something lyrical (which had been overwhelming me for a couple of days), I felt, at first, that I could make great strides with whatever I chose to work on (being a Gemini, I’ve often got two, three, or more projects on the go). None of them were calling to me yesterday, and the few scant lines on a fresh poem would not motivate me further.
I decided to get away from it all and go for a bike ride.
I thought maybe some fresh air and adrenaline would quell my inner conflict or move my mind forward.
I ended up in Trinity Bellwoods Park, after navigating traffic far thicker than I though it would be. It was a glorious day, and people were out and about (like me).
I parked my bike, sat under a tree, and did nothing but people watching and taking in all the colour. I didn’t even take my camera. A Dixieland jazz band then marched on by and brightened my spirits.
I took out a random notepad and jotted down a few more phrases, a couple of words that had come to me during my ride, and a part of a poem that, right now, makes little sense.
But it might someday.
On those days when nothing makes sense, and really nothing has to, take good notes.
Tuck away the motivation and inspiration for later, when your mood or your mindset improves.
Untill then, enjoy the outside or whatever else you have planned (or unplanned) for the day.