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 - March 2008

Travel is the stuff of the gods!

As the sun rises on my second day in the UK I sit tapping away and listening to a few birds chirping outside in the fresh morning air. It`s chilly but the snow has melted - perhaps we will see some next week when I go further north to visit a few relatives.

I won`t be posting too many travel blogs on this one... it gives me an excuse to use my domain, which is a TRAVEL site, so if you care to keep up with the travels I have posted the first one here
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March 30th 2008 @ 05:59

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sunday ramblings

Running running running gotta keep running who knows from what or to where the wind is blowing gently outside as star shaped clouds drift through a purple sky and a lone bird walks its shadows along the short cut curls of the ragged grass that is swaying gently in the mirrored reflections of a thousand tiny laughter tears of a child that cried yesterday and was caught by the hand of an angel they were running too but they had a different race to run where they knew what the prize was and there was a mission to their journey unlike the untold paths that kept opening at each and every corner of the diamond shaped cross road that zigged and zagged across the landscape with its lightening shaped cut that scarred the earth tomorrows train ride is yesterdays journey as the scenes blur and the fire rages in the dragons breath to light the heart that fell from the chest as the purged demons of a lifetimes memories scattered and spewed forth to mix with the gritty grains and dirty sprinkles of sparkled sunlight and moonbeams caressing the midnight dark boughs of the silhouetted trees in the distance the gruff rumbling of thunder shakes the dusty ground as a thousand eyes peer between the breaks in the leaves and the twigs of the little people houses and the waves crash along the lone shore where seagulls forgot to fly over and ships forgot to sail past and the old man waits with his telescope to catch a glimpse of the love he lost to the curling foamy waters in days when they were black and white and scratched film caught his memories that now hang in the air depleted rooms of the old museum that nobody visits

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March 16th 2008 @ 07:28

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What is forgiveness?

What does forgiveness actually mean? I mean the real act of it, the real emotion of it???

So many times you hear the phrase... oh just forgive them... being flung around. For someone like me, who is deeply emotional and too analytical on the smallest of life`s little drama`s i just can`t FORGIVE AND FORGET> Probably got something to do with being a Scorpio too - once you burn a Scorpio you better be getting a purdy LARGE shovel to dig yourself out because forgiveness doesn`t come too easily

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March 10th 2008 @ 13:32

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