rural bastion
heavy with history
man marks his ground
rural bastion
heavy with history
man marks his ground
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Brings back memories of Ireland where the perfectly piled stone fences created secure enclosures for the sheep: when the shepherd wanted to let them out he would ‘unpile’ a section of a wall, let the sheep out then replace the ‘removable’ rock gate . . . some of the ‘folds’ are centuries old . . .
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ours were also once sheepfolds – but the meadows have long since grown into forest
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and other men knock them down…
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they’d be well advised to leave mine alone
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🙂
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succinct and sturdy words.
Sent you something special in the post, my friend. Let me know when it gets there.
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my eyes are peeled
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