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This poem alone could be my practice for the rest of my life. I am very grateful to have these words to give hope and reality for a new way of being.

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The perennial invitation to "simply begin again..."

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Today is my husband's birthday. This poem a gift, a promise to me of the immense blessings of our home. It is where we come together to feel the joy of life, even when there is strife between us. We have built our live together for 45 years, in our home. We have a garden, where bees, and birds, and lizards thrive. This poem brings all this to my attention, giving me a moment to rest peacefully in the gifts that life has given me. Thank you for reminding me, through your poetry, to open this gift today and hopefully every day.

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I have never been as alone as I have been for the past 2 years. My partner passed, my friends stayed close to their partners as covid spread so much fear for many of them. My sister, whose husband passed many years ago, at 41, from ALS, left her with young children, and she couldn't bear my loss as it reminded her of hers and she hasn't spoken to me since. She was my best friend. I live in a city that is transitioning and I long for the comfort and familiarity of rural surroundings....not affordable. I long for belonging in a world that has changed so much. I have worked and written for years on many topics, but feel I know myself and my inner spirit well. Familiarity is peaceful and healing and although I've lived my life in the companionship of friends and family, I now find myself alone and searching for my new community. I want to belong. I want to feel the touch of another human being. I long to share a cup of morning tea and conversation. I am 69, soon to be 70...a young 70 in body, mind and spirit. I love how your words make me think, be grateful, and yet dream of a day when I will share my life with another again. I'm working on it, but what has never been a struggle is now a struggle. I encourage people who have others... to look into their eyes, tell them what they mean to them and never miss the opportunity for a snuggle.

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Lovely poem, David. Somehow it speaks of a deeper aloneness. My spirit wants a meaning that will live beyond anything transitory, be it ever so charming. Slan from a wet and windy West of Ireland.

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This morning as I faced my demons I turn to this comfort and understanding for my heart, my way of joy. Thank you, for when I lose my way, the song of my soul dim in the turmoil...you turn me back home, where I belong.

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“Entering the silences

and chambers of the heart

to start again”. Beautiful.

Thank you.

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solitude is a garden of delights and renewal to Source.

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We who garden live amongst beings who are willing to coexist without rancor, and you have captured the contentment it brings.

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Beautiful, I seem to have taken a long time to become more content in being myself. I love your words & remember many from recent three Sundays experience. 'There is no lighted perfection' & we are all 'on our way somewhere'. I would wish many more people to find wisdom in poetry like this rather than the current maelstrom of pressure, judgement & jeopardy emanating from so many mouths.

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David, loving these beautiful words strung together in such lovely moments. Much loving to you and your family. I miss my three Sundays. I am not able to do at this time, and sadly my hands need to heal enough to write. I miss writing. Blessings, Ania Bella Sara

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