A small voice said,
let go,
and with all my senses aware,
I almost fell. Completely.
Then pulling back,
fearful of losing myself in the deep, still,
interior of being,
and then to perceive the blessing of being found.
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I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
Elegant writing, gorgeous post.
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What a lovely compliment, thank you Zen Doe.
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wonderful writing…in my case, i always look for myself…and the more i look, the more it gets deeper…at the end of the day, i go back to where i started looking…
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Thank you Virgilio, for your compliment, and your comments. Your return to the centre, to look, and see, as if for the first time, and find love, deeper than we could ever imagine.
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I went back to my calendar to see how I could have missed this sensate free falling becoming….lightly landing
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Sensate free falling, Lightly landing – wonderful description, thank you for going back to you calendar and falling with me.
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