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Daily writing practice

2022/7/14 #poetry Looking forward to change as I bear the burdens of the moment doing more wishing then planning more waiting then acting feeling the days

2022/7/13 #poetry Here with the breeze constant and cool escape from the sun in the shade of a tree what else do I need to remind me to stay still to notice and listen enjoy what is free

2022/7/12 #poetry Today, what seems a simple act to you, could make you a hero to someone that needs one. If you are lucky, and find that person, and spare the time, you can feel beneficial. The feeling from acceptance of gratitude.

2022/7/11 #poetry Success is just the first step now you've got a lot of work that's all you can ever gain more work Make sure to pick some that'll be satisfying

2022/7/10 #poetry The patterns on the rocks and the patterns on the trees with their flowing, changing lines irregular to the point of beauty capture my attention tumble it about along their scattered routes makes me feel myself less scattered

2022/7/9 #poetry Incredible plenty food so abundant that we can't eat it all Even if it seems so easy to get I think I would prefer foraging in the forest Something about eating food directly from the plant makes it exquisitely better worth the joyous effort of harvesting it many times over

2022/7/8 #poetry Ready again another day you don't need to spend it any particular way get along the way you choose if you're not into it, refuse let the rhythm guide your feet take courageous leaps and stay on beat

2022/7/7 #poetry Other people in my life Supporting me when I need them But only when I ask Or do I just take too many little kindnesses for granted?

2022/7/6 #poetry Exclaiming with great glee about the stark mundanity the ants all sparkle in the sun knowing not a difference between work and fun the grass keeps growing even when we cut it down again and again all day bird sounds fill the air just to let others know they're there breathe it in and breathe it out this experience is what it's all about

2022/7/5 #poetry Throughout the large oak, whistles from the falcons. Not loud enough to be called screeches, even if the same sound.