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Exercising my green thumb
Describe one habit that brings you joy. Like most people I’ve got a mixed bag of relatively good and bad habits. Some of which provide a great source of joy, regardless if I’ve done it a million times already. Tending to both my indoor and outdoor plants is a constant source of joy. Every morning…
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It’s the little things that can really make a difference.
After a relatively busy week of juggling home and work life, it was great to get out into the garden and get the serotonin coursing through my body. Digging into the earth while being bathed in glorious sunshine is incredibly health-giving. I replanted some herbs and veggies and picked limes, mandarins and lemons. I stood…
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Little Miss Eclectic.
What are you curious about? The question should read “what aren’t I curious about?”. I have, and, always have had an insatiable appetite to know ‘why’ or ‘how’ of ‘what’ this or that is the way it is. I want to know how much a cloud weighs, or what’s the distance between this cloud and…
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Why?
What are you curious about? I was that kid, you know the one who always wanted to know more. To actually know ‘why’ somethings were as they were. So long as I had the why, then I could eagerly and gleefully fill in the who, what, where, when, and how etc. For me the why…
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Too embarrassed
What’s the story behind your nickname? There is no escaping the fact that families can be cruel when it comes to nicknames. I should know firsthand. I think being the 8th child of 10 kids gave me plenty of exposure to name-calling and nicknames. My Dad’s nickname for me was Candle Sticks. Yep, you read…
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Gentleness
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone. My Dad had always ingrained in me the absolute necessity to be a kind and compassionate human being. He also strongly reiterated his belief that kindness, including the Random Acts of Kindness shouldn’t be broadcast for the whole world to see, rather they were…
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Look beyond what is seen.
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? Can’t see me, as in visually impaired? Have they ever been sighted and have an old point of reference. An existing visual inner eye that I could speak to? Or have they never been sighted? If it’s the later and not former I’d say…
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My Dreams
I dream of one day hosting my own photography and poetry exhibition. One where the two Artforms merge seamlessly, intuitively into one. A mere extension of the other, helping to flesh out the other’s depth, meaning, creative context and effect. Each framing the other, adding additional nuanced meaning and emotion. Both mediums framed to tell…
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Where do I start? Religion
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had? This post will annoy some whilst resonating with others. However, it is as it is, and I intend to answer honestly and respectfully. Religion: I was raised in a pretty strict catholic household. Church on Sundays, adhering to Lent and other religious customs. I went…
Selectively Juggling
Learning to selectively juggle to avoid the chaos and struggle
Selectively Juggling 