Which way is up?
They tell us to aim high to look at the stars
even when our feet are rooted to the ground
but the sky is for birds and clouds and dreaming things
tree branches catch their wisps and they fall leaves and acorns
and I am content to dig this the earth watch them grow.
of a son
Minoan Linear A, Linear B, Knossos & Mycenae
Ramblings of an Irish ecologist and gardener
Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
Inspiring others through the written word, fictional blurbs & documenting my writing process from scratch.
occasional musings of an itinerant seanchaí polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
Just writing what's on my mind
AS HUMILDES OPINIÕES DE UMA MULHER DE CORAGEM QUE DIZ SIM À VIDA!
And so it goes...
My journey through photography
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
≈ fictionalpaper / piccoloscissors / creativeglue ≈
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Running in the slow lane
It started as a 366 - now a regular Photoblog- just for the love of taking photos and sharing them.
I'll talk you'll talk we'll talk
Promoting mindful living
A r t w o r k . . . f r o m . . . . . . H a m b u r g . . . . . . . . . . . . . G e r m a n y
October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
sharing the stories of interconnection
Jottings of a Storyhound
Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie
Just another blog of random thoughts.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
I can’t help but look up and dream. 😀
I wouldn’t have expected you to say anything else 🙂 The world needs dreamers as well as those who poke about among the dead leaves.
I’m only an occasional poker, but always happy to look. 😀
The spirit of curiosity 🙂
Just perfect.
🙂
I can’t decide between them. But of course I’m in a place without either much earth or sky. I look around. (K)
I feel as though I have a bit too much of both and would quite appreciate the safety of a bit of concrete.
It’s true, I have escapes in the parks. You can lose sight of civilization without too much trouble, but it’s nearby in case you need to get back.
We’re gregarious creatures really. It’s hard for us to live alone. To have green spaces to escape to is vital, but we rely on human company too.
We do. Even if they’re masked and social distanced.
We can’t live without toilet paper either…
It seems not.