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soul symbolism: horses in dreams
I’m in the relaxed, peaceful surroundings of the Norfolk Broads, on a comfortable enough boat, enjoying calming scenery and invigorating fresh air, and taking advantage of precious early nights. Except...
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a poem after the london riots
The lasting legacy of ludicrous riots: what will that mean for me? Not the mobs in their looted trainers, or the YouTube vigilantes; not the columns condemning violence or the angry-eyed document’ries....
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the healing power of a grief journal
Tears streamed down my face when I read about a woman who had lost her only child chart her journey through journaling. This post is really worth reading on Life Goes Strong, entitled Writing for Life:...
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Why can’t I come out of my writing shell?
How can I crack open my shell to reveal the pearls within? (pic credit: istockphoto.com/Kasiam) Ask any writer – a real writer – why he or she writes, and they’ll reply that they’re born to do it. It’s...
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How many signs does the Ego need to surrender to the Soul’s wisdom?
OK. So you’re on the verge. Of surrendering all the coping mechanisms you’ve ever relied on. [Full stop after ‘verge’ is significant.] All the stuff and guff of your environment – your behaviour and...
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A writer’s poem for her blankie
You’re my big swathe of cuddle, what I missed as a babe. You’ve cossetted me through the cool and the macabre. When the snow’s outside you’re an obvious choice. You’re generous, holding, you’re the...
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My Trickster Soul
You give me fleeting hints that you’re looking after me. You throw me toxic trails that you’re teasing me with glee. You remind me of my sadness through scents from deep indoors. You show me cheeky...
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why I fear a tut and a sigh
I can sense it coming: the second I do something that brings you displeasure. For want of cliché, I see your face grow dark. Your mouth becomes taut. I feel the pressure in my tight little tummy. I...
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A Charm Against Losing Yourself
Take one low self-esteem and challenge its main themes: stop thinking ugly duck let those bullies self-destruct. Change the way you mirror to see yourself much clearer. Chuck that tired old clutter,...
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discovering the point of me
I’ve been apologising for oh so long, as I explain and cringe my choices, that I lost the point of me. Born, I was too much crying, too many nappies, too much bother to feel there was a point to me. A...
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the conflict of lonely and alone
being alone is a heart-opening thing and the solitary self comes alive when alone, yet the yearning of lonely brings bitter-sweet tears that fall on a cheek with a splash and a sting. the bitter...
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my antidote to news
and so the world worries on, with stats galore and my heart catapults with fears I abhor the truth of the matter is: no one’s the white knight so let’s pile our hopes, with a flick and a flight
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