Healing
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I love this time of the year. Its the time of year when I wake up and drink coffee looking out of the window and see how the dark blue early morning light changes through the colours into the sunrise, admitted today it is just a grey light giving tree branches a dark effect. I…
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What do you notice, when you stop and look within. Memories like fragile raindrops. Dangling on the grass, delicate holding on. Cumulatively heavy, on a light blade of grass dragging it down. Yet The grass is not the raindrops And one day there’ll be a storm and wind and sunlight and heat. And the raindrops…
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Its time to write a different story than fit into one, already written. Its time to be your director than perform for monkeys. Its time to live as if you matter and create the story that gives you life Its time to make yourself the main character in the play of your own life, and…
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I have waited a full year to tell you this story. It’s a personal one, but I hope a good one, and please do bear with the length of it, grab yourself a coffee or tea and strap in. Maybe many of you have been reading my work for a while, if you go back…
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Heres to you, The kind one, when others destroy The kind one, who loves, when others run Heres to you Soul Whisperer Light Shiner Hope Reflector Dancer in the rain Heres to you One who sees One who believes, in the softness and strength of love. Heres to you, One who believes, loves, and lives…
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I have written before about a certain pink coloured book (link here to that post) that I consider to have changed my life, in terms of how I could see what had happened to me, and the behaviours of others. However. There was another book that I had read 6 months previously that had as…
James Ballantyne 