My pulse beats on my wrist as I hold my head in my hands, reminding me that life goes on.
[let me note though it may sound like it from the above, I am not depressed]
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'You like me. You really like me." : Sally Field 1985 Acceptance Speech
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Embracing the inner pink and living with intention and absurdity. I am woman, hear me roar.
My first bling
'You like me. You really like me." : Sally Field 1985 Acceptance Speech
My first limerick written FOR me by MRT
There once was a blogger named Nor,
Who everyone seemed to adore.
She'd blog and she'd post,
Much more than the most
And her readers still clamored for more.
Who everyone seemed to adore.
She'd blog and she'd post,
Much more than the most
And her readers still clamored for more.
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- Living my life on a bumper sticker: Destined to be an Old Woman with No Regrets. See also: Leo; burly girl; rock climber; artist-wanna-be; youngest of six; gassy girl; seeker of truth, laughter and beauty.
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5 comments:
...And that you're still alive. it's a gift. Let's run with it and go out and play.
This "small thought" is actually a big breakthrough in accessing contentment. The pulsation of the breath and the heart beat are gifts: "a timeless essence inside a moment of time."
Doesn't sound like depression...more like introspection. And that's a good thing.
It sounds beautiful
Play in the snow?
Stray, yes. Indeed.
La... - a bit, yes.
Silindile - thanks for visiting. I thought it was kinda poetic.
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