The Silent Eye My younger son called round, all in his leathers, booted, gloved and helmeted. Dogs, like many people, are not usually very good with that kind of attire, but Ani heard the bike coming through the village and was waiting. She sees straight through the all-encompassing biker gear to her boy underneath. She…

  This is another post from mysoulstears that I enjoyed reading and wanted to share. You can see more of this talented blogger here… I Wasn’t Sally… I was 14 when I broke my right wrist. It happened during community league football practice, in the run in place, and hit the dirt drill. I ran…

Originally posted on Petrichor: Let her dream, for she has loved too long, and no mortal world shall e’er take her; let her seem, for she has cried her song, let nightmarish tide dare not wake her; let her give, for she has all beauty within, that no love may e’er take her breath; let…

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Originally posted on Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking: Day Nineteen Unexpected Kindness and Goodwill Amid the elbow-gouging frenzy of consumer madness, there are gleams and glimmers of something closer to the proper spirit of Christmas. Acts of kindness and courtesy shine out here and there, and lighten the days. Look for them. Create…

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The Silent Eye My younger son called round, all in his leathers, booted, gloved and helmeted. Dogs, like many people, are not usually very good with that kind of attire, but Ani heard the bike coming through the village and was waiting. She sees straight through the all-encompassing biker gear to her boy underneath. She…

  This is another post from mysoulstears that I enjoyed reading and wanted to share. You can see more of this talented blogger here… I Wasn’t Sally… I was 14 when I broke my right wrist. It happened during community league football practice, in the run in place, and hit the dirt drill. I ran…

Originally posted on Petrichor: Let her dream, for she has loved too long, and no mortal world shall e’er take her; let her seem, for she has cried her song, let nightmarish tide dare not wake her; let her give, for she has all beauty within, that no love may e’er take her breath; let…

Reblogged on WordPress.com Source: Let Her Be Woman

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Originally posted on Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking: Day Nineteen Unexpected Kindness and Goodwill Amid the elbow-gouging frenzy of consumer madness, there are gleams and glimmers of something closer to the proper spirit of Christmas. Acts of kindness and courtesy shine out here and there, and lighten the days. Look for them. Create…

Source: Mermaids Tears…