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Friendship – Word of the Day Challenge

Today’s Word of the Day is Friendship. If you want to participate, create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. Please note that for the prompts that I publish, the comment box will now remain open for people who experience trouble with pingbacks. […] via… Continue reading Friendship – Word of the Day Challenge

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Memories…

I don’t talk often about severe depression. Not because I am ashamed of it, but because I fought so hard no to let it define me, that I prefer not to mention it, unless I feel it can be of any help for someone else. My years struggling with depression are a bit blurry now.…… Continue reading Memories…

Blogging · nature · poetry · Thoughts

The woodpecker…

  And the woodpecker pecked as woodpeckers do. Peck peck peck on the branches and the tree bark too. I wanted the woodpecker to fly far and away. Not that I don’t like its kind quite the opposite I would say! But I knew woodpeckers’ wings were just short of a plane… So I tied…… Continue reading The woodpecker…

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

Drink…

  Drink, from my sanctuary cup. My cup of friendship, of understanding, of forgiveness. Drink, To the errors made. The mistakes you do, and the ones coming… Because you weren’t Aren’t, And won’t ever be perfect. But you’ll always be the best You can be. And that will always be fine by me.

Blogging · French · poetry

Micro poésie du vendredi…

  There’s nothing “micro” about this… And it is kind of cheating, since it is a comment I offered Brutus earlier. But still, it is French, so I guess it counts. My blog, my rules, right?   Je t’écrirais sur du papier de soie. Je t’écrirais sur des serviettes… Mais mon pauvre compte souffrirait vite…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Too late a letter…

  Dear you, I spent the afternoon with this very dear friend of yours, I know you know who I mean. Before this week, I hadn’t met with her in twenty five years, but it felt like we had parted just yesterday. I didn’t know her that well back then. Not anywhere near as much…… Continue reading Too late a letter…