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    Tuesday, 12 June 2018

       It’s been raining for days on end. The girls are back from their trips. Home is warm with their presence once again.   M1 bought all sorts of souvenirs. A paper weight of a castle she visited. I sat at the breakfast table this morning.   I...
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    Friday, 08 June 2018

    It’s not so bad after all. Coming home to an empty home. Music indeed is therapeutic. Makes good company.   I can’t help but think about the recent suicides. Such famous people. Who am I to think less of myself. I cannot imagine the internal ...
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    Sunday, 03 June 2018

    It would greatly help if there was a formula for this. Shopping always nipped the tension.   I don’t need anything in particular nor do I feel an impulse for anything. Less is more as one grows older.   I will be on my own the next few days. G...
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    Tuesday, 29 May 2018

      Occupation. I’m not talking about a job.   I am referring to how one occupies time. I try to keep myself mindfully occupied.   With purpose. It can’t be all work.   One morning it hit me. I am alone.   I focused on keeping myself occup...
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    Monday, 21 May 2018

       I hear the rotating motion of the fan. My fingers typing on the keyboard.   It’s Tuesday, 4am. I hear my thoughts in this moment’s silence.   I think I’ll wear something blue today.  

Latest Comments

Rosy Cole We Don't Say Goodbye
23 June 2018
Much deep wisdom here. Thank you!To be honest, I'd rather never say goodbye... No matter what plans ...
Stephen Evans We Don't Say Goodbye
15 June 2018
Sound advice Ken.
Ken Hartke We Don't Say Goodbye
13 June 2018
I may have posted this before -- I sometimes need to revisit it. I occasionally need to give myself ...
Katherine Gregor Rise
12 June 2018
I like it!
Katherine Gregor R. R. R.
12 June 2018
I hope you're right. Thank you for your comment.

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