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 - November 2007

feeling

I want you to pour yourself back into the mould
so I can take you outside and wait for you to set.
I will delicately take the brush and dip it in the colours

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November 26th 2007 @ 06:50

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Life is just one petrol queue party after the next!

Having a full time job, spending lunch times and after work running around and getting kids to sporting meetings or home from school and evenings at Uni were beginning to take their toll. Although I have never been a particularly good sleeper, when those eyes began to shut and the mind slowly faded into a new dreamworld for the evening, I resented any form of disruption.

So one morning when, just before 6am, my mobile rang and an excited voice yelled, 'Ash! Petrol!' into my ear I was not a happy girl

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November 13th 2007 @ 04:13

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Invisible People

Once there was this girl. She looked like everyone else, felt like everyone else, ate, drank and slept like everyone else. She was born into a family who had done nothing particularly important in the world, nor anything particularly bad. They were a normal group of folk who carried on their lives like most, living each day in their monotonous way, complying with their societal roles handed down generation after generation.

Yet somehow, over the years this girl slowly transformed into one of those invisible people, the kind that are there, but almost always overlooked and never actually seen. The world had showered its misfortunes down on her, words had pounded heavily on her shoulders like a giant jack-hammer, continually bashing her further into the ground as she struggled to find her place, slot into her little niche and make something of herself. Eventually she just became invisible so as to try and steer clear of the rat race

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November 11th 2007 @ 23:53

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A Sunday night ramble about nothing... and everything... and all the sunsets in between.

It was one of those sunsets where every cloud had a silver lining. The last few rays painted the wooden fence in a golden glow that highlighted every crack and line of the panels. Paint peeled off and rusty nails stuck out, but in this light it looked even more beautiful than the day it had first been erected

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November 4th 2007 @ 08:57

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