growth
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With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone, but not alone. Stones reveal their shapes Masking my pain. Unable to feel, their jagged…
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The hacking was brutal By darkness of night, they acted alone To fell To cut To wound Cutting deep Cutting through Exposing the raw, pure flesh of the core A spectacle A ridicule A supposed triumph At your expense And yet You Stood You Stayed You knew What was true and that was deeper Than…
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Ah yes, you say not another end of the year review blogs, segments or pieces. I’ve wondered for a while what I might write that’s appropriate for the ‘end of 2022’ as a review piece. I think I’ve read over 30 books this year, nearly all with some kind of self-help / journey / learning…
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Heres a short poem and reflection on growth I wrote after watering my spring bulbs, do enjoy!
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I grew up with a small understanding of tools. My Dad was, and still is, a very practical man, the shed and garage was full of saw, drills, spanners, screwdrivers, bits of wood, metal, nails, screws, pipes, plastic, levers, sawdust..loads of sawdust and grime , my Dad was a self employed Plumber and heating engineer,…
James Ballantyne 