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A Poem – Seldom

Seldom gate is swinging slow, beyond the path we seldom see. And should we seldom want to go, The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee. A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh, for we shall seldom…

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The price you pay

In 1981, my mother died of cancer at the age of 42. My sister and I were in our early twenties and my mother left us her business. In fact, what she left us with…

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YOU’RE GROUNDED – NOT QUITE.

When was the last time you felt the earth beneath your feet? As a child, I can remember the feeling of walking barefoot on our lawn and later letting my kids crawl on the grass…

Travelling makes you think

At ten years old, my Mother and Father saved up so they could send me on a trip to Toronto in Canada. I was to stay with their best friends who had emigrated the year…

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Up on the rooftops da da da

Because I like to travel alone, I can be selfish with my creative needs. Creativity fills you when you least expect it as it did one morning. I am standing on a rooftop overlooking the hazy…

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The Health of angels

‘How long have you been on duty?’ ‘29hours.’ ‘That must be against the law. You should go home.’ ‘It’s just my job.’ she stated. No, it is not just a job.’ I whispered. ‘You must…