Thursday, 26 December 2013
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
Thursday, 5 December 2013
deserves to ponder for a while
Really feeling every word of this!...
"Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don't know, but someday I would like to go.
There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw.
People would greet me warmly.
They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned.
Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home.
Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year.
At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town.
These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be.
The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me.
I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown."
"Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don't know, but someday I would like to go.
There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw.
People would greet me warmly.
They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned.
Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home.
Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year.
At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town.
These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be.
The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me.
I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown."
Monday, 2 December 2013
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