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Quote for the day!

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"Now in creative thought common sense is a bad master. Its sole criterion for judgment is that the new ideas shall look like the old ones. In other words it can only work by suppressing originality. "

Alfred Whitehead

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Yesterday was a blur...I kept thinking, and it didn't stop until

I finally took a pill and just went to sleep.

I try so hard to not medicate the

issues

TO deal with them head on.

Somedays...I do better than others.

The last month has been a blur...The holidays, the work, the kids, the promises made, the changes made, the challenges met, the goals set, the direction planned, the course altered, the pain, the loss, the understanding....The growth.

So...When things got really quiet...After the initial excitement of I have time! I found...Myself wandering...

what do I do?

Why do I do it?

Intention...

Living with a

reason

a set of laws that bind

the pieces together...

when they want to come apart...

and fall...

floating off like

discarded eyelashes...Unnoticed

till they stick in a soft spot.

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My heart is heavy for the double loss

of the miners in West Virginia

feeling so much for those people who lost

not only their

people

but their they lost

miracle from their
God...

Faith is a special substance...

like shoveling mercury with a pitchfork,

it slides so easily from us, and when lost

we feel

empty.

Being an Intuitive and empath is a great gift...

and also a great burden,

with the knowing,

the knowing,

the knowing...

things I can't

do anything about.

Except say it.

I know how easily

we

can

fall.

So many monsters.

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The changes shift

us outside our

own worlds.

Sift us from the whole,

the husk from the shell,

burn away the

knowing.

I am living with intention.

I am filled with dedication...

to help us all

not have to hear

no more I love you's.

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I will use the knowing

as

fuel...

instead of being swallowed whole

by the big

wave.

I will ride it...My board

leaves a

white trail

thru the barrel

I feel the thunder

of

danger...Skipping

across the

waters angry surface

and still I

lean into the pressure

and

ride

like there's no

tomorrow.

My eyes are

open

this tale is my own.

I am the narrative

the

descriptive

the

author

of my own ending.

Yours in the

ride today,

I'm hanging ten...walking the board...

in the barrel...With the daylight in my eyes.

Heather

PS...I used to be a surfer...

so all the references to surfing... In this stream of thought.

I dreamed of

being a silver drop

riding, the glistening

waves, becoming the wave

and separating from it...

becoming more.