Tag: grass
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Searching for home~
Ask me where I am from, where home is, and I find myself thinking before I answer you. This is the case for so many of us these days. We come from mixed race marriages, we leave our home countries, we live in a new place, we move again, we marry from yet another country…
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Day 15~ June 15th~ Xinjiang
To play where only earth, air, water and fire are your toys, to be chased by the wind, to chase the butterflies, to be tickled by the rays of the sun, and to become best friends with the planet you live on… There could be no playground more ideal, and there could be no…
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Day 10~ June 10th~ Xinjiang
They say when something is far from your eyes it is also far from your heart and mind… I wonder about our lives in this century so often and how much of our lives are spent in boxes both inside our minds and inside our homes. All we have to do to be awed by…
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Day Two Hundred Seventy Four, October 23, 2011
Yes life can be that simple. No emails to answer, no phone calls to return, no papers to shuffle, no office politics to deal with, no new system software to wrap your mind around… imagine, a field of floating grass, a stick to pick it up with, a boat to load it on, a pile…
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Day Two Hundred Fourty Five, September 24, 2011
To wake up excited about a new day, to find something wonderful about any type of weather, to look at mud as a potential mud pie, to view a puddle as a chance at some great splash excitement, to laugh at funny things without any inhibition including a funny face or a very fat bum,…
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Day Two Hundred Twenty Six, September 5, 2011
I arrived in Geneva today after long long hours on the plane and the first thing I felt like doing was to feel the land. I drove around the country side for more than one hour until I felt like stopping and I stopped on a dirt road where this cow was grazing with her…
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Day Two Hundred Six, August 16, 2011
It was somewhere in Germany and it was sunset. He was looking for wild berries with the other children, when suddenly something in the air above him caught his eye. It was the golden hour and the little magical thing was glowing like gold. He ran after it and I followed the two of them,…
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Day Two Hundred Five, August 15, 2011
“Twinky doo, a fairy true, bathed in a light, most shimmering blue, on buttercups dance, think: can you?” A song I once learned, and a fence that brought it out of my memories to shimmer on the surface of my mind…
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Day One Hundred Ninety Five, August 5, 2011
Every night at the end of our day we are compelled to sleep. This is one law of nature no one has managed to overcome yet. And we trust; we trust that we will go into the unknown and that somehow we will be safe and we will wake up again. Our consciousness is dulled…
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Day One Hundredn Ninety Four, August 4, 2011
As a mother of an only daughter, I am fascinated with the differences between boys and girls and their varying natures. From a very early age, boys seem to be more ‘on the go’. It is as though they are always late for some appointment, they want to get there faster. I am almost certain…