Inspiration is a funny thing. It flits in and out of our minds and lives with little or no regard for timing. Ours usually. And often it has its own time-table, it’s own sweet time for making things happen or not. Do you think sometimes that (more…)
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Pulling up the roman blinds that peer sleepily into my back garden, I come upon the early morning sun kissing *Himself (the Macadamia Nut tree outside my window) on both cheeks, in the warmingly European manner. Left cheek, right cheek and left cheek again.
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I like the enigma that is life, well, sometimes. I like the fact there are parts of it that require deciphering. I fancy myself as a code-breaker. I like that while some days may be filled with many small codes that are easily cracked, there are others that require painstaking scrutiny as to how they might be opened.
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From time to time I wonder if I met an everyday hero in the street whether I’d recognise them without their full kit on. Well, would you? Then I realise, I probably wouldn’t. Why? Because I have this caricacture image in my mind of a comic book ’super hero’ whose larger than life and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! How could (more…)
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It’s an interesting habit we have, this one, of stowing old loves (their letters and or their pictures usually or both) between the pages of some much-loved book or somewhere equally safe. Why is that do you think? To keep the memory of them warm or (more…)
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