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A symphony

Place: Rockingham

Poison: Milk Duds

Favourite Things: Hot Water Bottles

Well it has been quite an insane month. Thus no writing. I was reminded by a good friend though, this blog, (even if I have no viewers left) is a very important form of expression for me and a tool of inspiration for a very dry well.

When I write, I refill, refresh and revive my senses. For others they fill up in other ways, but this is a big one for me.

Just a while ago I found this quote that truly inspired me…

‘To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with an open heart. To bear all thankfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconcious, grow up through the common, this is to be my symphony!’ William Channing

Well Mr Channing, my symphony lately has been undiscovered and I want to open my ears to its sound once again. Its not been a bad month, just a little out of balance. Pajama’s, red wine, deep breaths, valuable books, laying on the couch with my mum, chocolate, long conversations, words unsaid, friendships ignited, squeels of delight, secrets to neices whispered, snuggles in familiar beds, 4th birthday parties, brunches on the beach, windy winter evenings. The first act is beginning to play once again.



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