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I have enjoyed writing poetry since childhood and I am hoping to find a wider audience on my blog, sharing the hope that I have and connecting with others.

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    Making Way For New Seasons…

    This year I have found myself between two very different seasons, and it made me anxious at times. George’s post provided words of comfort to process what I have experienced, pointing the way towards hope and new stories being written. Take the time to read it all- you will be blessed!

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    Tears and Fears

    I went to pilates class today and the regular three were there, along with my favourite instructor. As usual, she had the whole room chatting and sharing our particular views on various matters. Usually the guy who is 70- something makes us laugh with his opinions on sport teams or gives us inspiration to travel…

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    The Power of Protein

    For much of my adult life I have struggled with my weight, and especially since I hit the 40-somethings. I tried a number of diets and stuck at them for maybe a few days or a week but I felt hungry and miserable. Family would  comment that it wasn’t sustainable and I would spiral into further…

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    It Didn’t Break Us

    Just over three years ago was the last time We saw them on the screen- A few hours later, they gathered for lunch*; Now an eerie scene; One coloured plate and the others differed- A plot right out of hell- Three innocents lived only for days And another, their story to tell. What motivated a…

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    Ruins

    I wrote this poem more than a decade ago but it still resonates. I am still blessed to have people around me, spurring me on and enriching my life in such a way that I could never have experienced if I was capable to do life on my own. Broken, Washed up, dried up, You…

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    Papa’s Hill

    I stand in the shade, Gazing at the grassy hill              that Papa made- Years of memories      Laid to rest today. The sun is glorious; I am glad to have one last stroll- I can still hear children shrieking with joy As they roll          down Papa’s hill. Beyond, Now overgrown with trees, Is…

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