Do not complain and cry and pray, but open your eyes and see, for the light is all about you, and it is so wonderful, so beautiful, so far beyond anything of which men have ever dreamt, for which they have ever prayed, and it is for ever and for ever.
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I’ve been a horrible person. I haven’t been updating and sharing my writing result here with all of you. That’s because I’ve been
distracted by, obsessed with, totally focused on the work required by my online course. This week, I finished all the modules, completed and submitted one massive assignment, and almost finished another ginormous homework task. I also filled an 80-page notebook with handwritten notes for the class lessons, read and took more notes on two reference books, drew multiple pictures of a fortress, and began creating a map for my story world.
This spurt of work happened because last week, I dared to create an ambitious writing goal. I didn’t hold myself back and set absurd expectations, colossal amounts of daily work, and an unreasonable deadline. I am close to being on schedule. Because I have burnt myself in the past with my over-zealous tendencies, I…
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This evening hubby brought me some spaghetti bolognese for evening meal, and I had been dictating something onto my iPad, and had forgotten to turn the microphone off! It picked up our conversation but as hsual it got loads of it wrong! This is how it came out! Lol.
Colonel fork no lemonade I’m sorry Cheese on top of the meat salsa and this pastor from end of the meat not all the major mostly that no okay I don’t know some random aside with some random content you come home where is it please which is spooning at the boxing push it in I liked it I want some pasta right turn the plate round now pastor is side going that way well that’s it I don’t wish to just get meat sauce in my mouth watching images of him I don’t know why you did that I will…
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The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “puzzle.”We use it any way we’d like!
I’m thankful to live close to the water all my life, places such as Hong Kong, Portland in Oregon, Seattle in Washington, and Orange County in California. Water is gentle, soft, soothing and yet it can be powerful and forceful.
I love walking around Laguna Lake, which is one mile from home. It takes 3 minutes to drive or 20 minutes to walk there. I also love to take day trips to the beaches. The most visited beaches are Huntington Beach, Newport Beach, and Laguna Beach. They are about 30 to 33 miles from home and take about 35 to 45 minutes to get there.
Hubby and I went to Laguna Beach on Wednesday, September 15. It had been almost two years since our last visit. It is a small city with less than…
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“When you get tired, learn to rest, not quit.”
Think I needed this reminder, this weekend, Spidey, thank you!
I have fast learned this over the last few years, you know, putting my physical health ahead of everything else.
I just recently read a post I had written several years ago, about how, as a teacher, I, along with many of my colleagues, find it hard to admit being unwell, slogging away, for fear of getting behind, evenif we desperately need a day in bed, to recover from an ailment.
But now, I am of the firm belief that self care comes first.
Now, I’m not talking about taking random days off to get my nails done, but knowing when I really need to stop, recharge my batteries, before continuing on the constant treadmill that is life.
School isn’t going to stop. And I can run myself ragged, being…
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The man was speaking: “Let’s meet back here at the end of time… That’s what you said…”
It had seemed a fantasy; a delight; a thing that would never happen. Impossibly long ago, but meant – clear and sincere.
Yet, here they were, with separate lives behind them, trudging on old legs across the wet sand.
“I’m amazed you remembered the date… you seldom remember my birthday!” She said it with warmth and humour.
He frowned, acutely aware of his own mental limitations. He looked into her hazel eyes, still shining like stars after all these years.
“I have a good heart,” he said, softly.
“That you do,” she whispered. Leaning into his body and stealing a close hug at this special place: the end of the world, at the end of time…
©Stephen Tanham 2021
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest…
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