It was good to stop and take a halfway moment, allowing my mind to wander into forgotten dreams, surrounding myself with thoughts of softness, kindness, strength, and the pleasure of just being here. The unfolding was encouraging,
Halfway down the crumbling wooden steps, the sound of waves rolling onto sand.
Halfway through January, the morning has warmed to three degrees.
Halfway between here and there, thoughts of scrambling autumn blackberries, and
yellow wild flowers nestling amongst the scrub.
Raindrops in a line on the tips of thin grass.
My halfway thoughts linger on all the small jewels.
Masked Native 
Your writing reminds, once again, what we see when we make ourselves open to seeing. It’s all there. It is always there … but we usually are not.
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Yes Tom, life can overtake at times and the wonder of life is so easily passed by, but when we mange to be consciously present, it is sublime in its simplicity and I am always so grateful for those moments.
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Beautifully written, I saw your like and its been a while since I was here.. Now we are half way nearly through March..
Sending love and well wishes your way
Sue ❤
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Thank you Sue, love and well wishes to you too x
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So pensively written!
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