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Flashes of memories - MUGABE MUST GO!!! ZIMBABWEANS NEED THEIR HOME BACK
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness - Carl Jung
To be at one with God is to be at peace ... peace is to be found only within, and unless one finds it there he will never find it at all. Peace lies not in the external world. It lies within one's own soul. - Ralph Waldo Trine
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Flashes of memories - May 2007
No fuel on dark mountains drives is probably not a good idea!
So a night of sitting indoors listening to incessant moaning about why I did not want to a buy a new computer today (long and boring story!) got me to checking out the local events for a quick escape and something caught my eye...
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Shovels and Violins
Tomorrow I`m going to buy a shovel. Not just any shovel will do. No this has to be the mother of all shovels, the biggest, thickets, strongest sucker in town.
In fact I`m going to go one step further and hire one of those mini excavator jobs that landscape gardeners use[ Click here to read more ]
In fact I`m going to go one step further and hire one of those mini excavator jobs that landscape gardeners use
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sunset-sunrise-emotion-memory-what`s your connection?
Sunrise reminds me of dusty African mornings, bouncing along dirt tracks through the bush, the smells tickling the nose. Nothing warms the blood like climbing cold rock faces to sit and cuddle up, body heat mixing with the rising steam of hot cups of coffee shared with the twitterings of waking birds. As the sun rises to a new day the bush comes alive. Animals appear to forage before the heat becomes unbearable, mothers nurturing their young... everywhere is alive. It reminds me of gentle kisses and breath shared, of trust and security and love.
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How to Survive a Disasterous Holiday 101 - Jus' 'ave a larf!
Fraser Island - a sprinkling of pure white sand in aqua waters just off the coast of Queensland. Said to be home to some of the purest breeds of Dingo because of lack of domestic animals. Built like a giant filter soaking up rainwater and turning it into the purest you will find. Hiding breathtaking sights amongst its towering trees that were once used in ship building and transported across the world to be used in the creation of the Suez Canal... the information is endless, the wonders could fill a library of books... and we never got off Rainbow Beach!
The trip had been planned roughly six months ago and actually I am surprised it came to fruition as life got in the way. It was one of those days at work when you feel like you would rather eat glass than be there. Thanfully the unexpected early arrival of my English friend made the last few hours seem more bearable with the thought of exploration and adventure overriding figures and mindless chatter[ Click here to read more ]
The trip had been planned roughly six months ago and actually I am surprised it came to fruition as life got in the way. It was one of those days at work when you feel like you would rather eat glass than be there. Thanfully the unexpected early arrival of my English friend made the last few hours seem more bearable with the thought of exploration and adventure overriding figures and mindless chatter
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What do you love about where you live?
Free as a bird
I consider myself a citizen of the world. I do not have a passport for anywhere, I have no entitlements to my birth country and none through family ancestry. (I am no criminal by the way nor have I ever been kicked out of anywhere... that is just the way things work in some parts
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New Day Dawning
All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself. ~Ralph Ellison
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I found my new home... continued!
We fell into each others arms and before the door could click shut clothes lay strewn across the floor.... well in dream time anyways *giggle* I couldn`t resist.....
ALONE in the resort bedroom I was taken aback by the beautiful scenery framed in the glass windows that led onto the verandah. It was getting chilly as the afternoon turned to evening. The pitter patter of rain played gentle tunes on the rooftop to which the wind sang mournful songs. Just as I was giving up hope an unexpected sunset breathed colour into the misty clouds, highlighting the mountains in ghostly outlines of purple and pink in the far distance.
It seemed to only last a few moments before slowly fading back to grey. The day had died and was giving way to the night... or so I thought. In one last dramatic display the clouds opened in small cracks through which the burnt orange and deep purple glows of the suns dying rays shone through. Dark, misty clouds hung in the sky, silhouetted. For the first time I realised the sun actually does set in a beautiful burst of light every night, even if it is sometimes hidden by the clouds. It just depends on where you stand that you can admire its beauty.
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ALONE in the resort bedroom I was taken aback by the beautiful scenery framed in the glass windows that led onto the verandah. It was getting chilly as the afternoon turned to evening. The pitter patter of rain played gentle tunes on the rooftop to which the wind sang mournful songs. Just as I was giving up hope an unexpected sunset breathed colour into the misty clouds, highlighting the mountains in ghostly outlines of purple and pink in the far distance.
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