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I Must Go Down To The Sea Again
I need to save my sanity I used to live by the sea. What a great joy it was on a perfect summer morning, to creep out of the front door early, wearing my husband’s big robe and whilst the children were asleep, and barefoot, walk the short distance on to the beach, towel under my arm. Then to gaze around at the empty beach in the early morning sunshine and the calm, almost silent sea, waves gently lapping, inviting me in. The first tentative steps towards the glittering expanse of perfect blue and I’m in the water, the shock of the cold making me gasp. I start swimming and…
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One Quick Way To Keep Positive in a Pandemic
Using language to maintain positivity It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: “And this, too, shall pass away.” How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction! – Abraham Lincoln “And this, too, shall pass away”. I use this phrase as a mantra every day in some form or another When I was in hospital for a long time things were pretty bad, my mantra was ‘this must end’..We can…
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How Would You Answer This Question
What will you miss about November? Somebody posed this question this morning, I forget who. It’s a strange question under any circumstances but in the present time? There can only be one answer – nothing! Or is that really the case. Is there truly nothing that any of us would miss about this month which ends today? November is a funny month. By this I mean peculiar. No longer the pseudo Summer days of October, but not quite the real clutch of Winter around our throats. Still some leaves on the trees, those that are clinging on for dear life as the wind blows and the rain falls. By the…
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How To Live Without ‘Goals’
Learning to live without setting goals - it can be done.
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When Life Is Just Hard
A few words can lift us up Walk the path.And when you can’t anymore;Walk another step,and another.Growth is uncomfortableand precious.And time –a single grain of sand.Of all the light there is,the one we don’t seeis the brightest of all. Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup More poems, as well as beautiful paintings, by Ansua can be found at https://the yogicgarden.com