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Life

1946

He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs to me.

Joe and I lounged in his well kept living room and sipped champagne to celebrate my family’s one year anniversary of owning our home. He had remembered, not us. We were flawed with gratitude and awe.

As we sat, he told me stories of his life; the pains, the joys, stories of beautiful friends and loved ones here and gone. I could have sat there all afternoon. Instead I settled for an hour and a champagne, and two home-made yoyo biscuits (made by a dear friend of his, and absolutely delicious, might I add.)

The dictionary came up in conversation and I mentioned how I’d planned to buy a special one myself, some day. Brooke, the writer; of course she’d need to invest in something so truly lovely, full of all that writerly goodness. And just like that, the dictionary, the precious illustrated dictionary, had become apart of our family.

I will cherish it for as long as I live. Not because it’s the dictionary I’ve always wanted, but because it will remind me of a beautiful soul that has touched my life deeply.

As I sat with him I told him, ‘Joe. You have such a pure soul,’ and it’s true. I’ve never felt a person quite like him and I wish there were more people in the world who felt as beautiful, to me.

The purest of hearts. The ones that lift us to be our best. The ones we all hope we might be for others.

I plan to go for tea again with him soon, my darling friend, Joe.

I cannot think of how I might repay his kindness.

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Poetry

Let Go

Let go.

For peace.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

My Garden Home

If light though the trees is your wish,

it is my wish, too.

If a meadow awash with eerie shadow

calls you,

I am gone.

Already beyond the boxwoods

and sweet peas

of my garden, home.

Day 24. Somewhere over the rainbow.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Home On The Wind

And today I built a garden.

I toiled and sweated, pebble by piece.

And today I met my soul again,

today I knew my home.

How blissful to find home on the wind.

How dear to follow the heart

where she leads.

Day 23. Following the sweet windy trail.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Sunrise

On this tired night,

I know I have been blessed.

And so it is

I send a seed of this sweet day

into the arms of the sorrowful.

And I say to them:

take this day and make it yours,

then you will know the sunrise

every minute.

Such a beauty has been this day.

Rest is now.

Rest is now.

Day 13. Counting blessings.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

A Beautiful Day

It has been a beautiful day.

The kind of day that flows from start to end, like a delicious water feature lulling the water from plate to plate to plate, finally to rest in a peaceful pool below.

The bigger kids were perfect.

The baby was lovely.

I was in a state of peaceful balance, and as a Mum of three busy little humans, I’m so, so grateful for this state, always.

Isn’t life funny?

It’s usually when you’re most exhausted that peaceful days like today come along and provide the perfect contrast to the madness.

A beautiful day it was.

A beautiful day, indeed.

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Day 10. Grateful.
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Poetry

I Am Here

I tell you this,

dear present sun.

Let you shine upon my days

so I might see the light

upon every web.

Might every moment glimmer

with rainbow shine

at the very hint of forgetfulness.

For I am here to learn how to love.

I am here

to learn

how to love.

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Poetry

Free

To know the soft skin of my own truth

as it peers upon the fears of others.

I catch their fear,

I hold it.

I catch their fear

I love it well.

And my truth

whispers:

of this ache, my dear,

you are free.

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Poetry

For Peace

No.

Nothing is more important than peace.

Not to me.

Me who has faced the wicked fire of others.

Me who has held my own heart

and felt it break in my hands.

I have broken,

but I am not broken.

I am ready to find and keep the softness.

I am ready to find and keep the peace.

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Poetry

Darling World

Sleep tight, darling world.

How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow.