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A Perfect Day To Stand and Stare
LeisurebyWilliam Henry Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels … Continue reading
We Wait
We wait to be told what we don’t want to hear, whatever the outcome prognosis is fear. We wait to be told what we need to do believing what experts say must be true. Then we wait for those experts … Continue reading
Time
Counting time is not so important as making time count.
Putting Up With
Why do we put up with plastic labels on the back of our neck that itch and scratch and cause a rash; horrible coffee that costs way too much; pesticides on our food that we know causes cancer; plastic that … Continue reading
Writing My Own Sermon In My Head
As the minister announced his topic, I characteristically switched my ears to interior mode. The story of Joseph and his coat of many colours was one I had heard since I was two years old. Joseph the perfect example of … Continue reading
Time To Stand and Stare
Sun drips gold dust on alder leaves, ferns sway with the passing breeze, sparrows fling rainbows in the air Time, there’s time to stand and stare. ©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
Time Ticking Away
The ticking timer bugs me. I can’t stand the ticking away of time, like measured steps in a march or the gong, gong, gong of a bell. Orders insinuated on one’s life. ©Sharron R. McMillan
No Time Like the Present
Time We can’t make it or take it, spend it or lend it, give it or keep it, measure or bend it. Waste it or taste it, spill it or kill it, hear it or fear it, Time does not … Continue reading
Time Management
Free from time, not driven by it, we can still get it all done, all that needs doing without the stress of ticking timers. Rulers over time rather than ruled by it. Eating, sleeping, waking, doing according to our inner … Continue reading
No Means No
So the lesson here is not to fill up your time but learn to say no to those who would want to fill it up for you. It is hard to say no and then think you should have, could … Continue reading
Backwoods Journal Part five
Ken’s mom gave us a small Honda generator. It was noisy and needed gas and oil. We positioned it out in the woods, far enough away from the house to muffle the sound and then used it only twice … Continue reading
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