What You See Is What You Get. This is a journal blog, an explore-blog, a bit of this and that blog. Sharing where the mood takes me. Perhaps it will take you too.
I've been catching up! Things have been hectic here in the great white north. I spent Monday at the hospital emergency, for some reason my blood pressure decided to explode. They added a second BP medication and I'm more normal now than I have been for a couple of years. This put a kibosh on my week. Errands, obligations and writing horoscopes and I finally got a chance to comment. I do hope you get the chance to do more of what you want. Life is too short to not do as you want. I LOVE the quotes today. And Thanks for being you! Keep on being awesome! Barb
Love is the pathway to all things good.
ReplyDeleteI like that little poem.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on and stay safe
I've been catching up! Things have been hectic here in the great white north. I spent Monday at the hospital emergency, for some reason my blood pressure decided to explode. They added a second BP medication and I'm more normal now than I have been for a couple of years. This put a kibosh on my week. Errands, obligations and writing horoscopes and I finally got a chance to comment. I do hope you get the chance to do more of what you want. Life is too short to not do as you want. I LOVE the quotes today. And Thanks for being you! Keep on being awesome! Barb
ReplyDeletePerfect Yam ... the poem is delightful - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeletefor sure life is full of suffering, and also love. we could all use a boat full of love with out waiting for the end of life, to me the poem is sad.
ReplyDeleteHello Yam
ReplyDeleteI love the beautiful poem! We all need love! Thanks for sharing. Take care, have a great new week.
I like that one. Take care. XX
ReplyDeleteYam what a beautiful verse. We are who we are because of every good and bad step of our journey.
ReplyDeleteHugs cecilia
This is just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA nice image (words and pictures) for Sunday.
ReplyDeleteWe have just been reading Tennyson's poem about Crossing the Bar - similar metaphor.
ReplyDeleteAs my family stood by my father's deathbed the crossing of the bar with a heavenly host awaiting him was palpable for me. namaste, janice xx
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful...
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