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Uncapping My Cyber Highlighter August 13, 2012

Posted by nrhatch in Blogging, Food & Drink.
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It’s been a while since I uncapped my cyber highlighter to point a spotlight around at posts I’ve enjoyed.

Here are a few worth a view:

Fully Fitted Freight @ Thoughts From Finchley ~ proof of magic on the rails even when the destination is not Hogwart’s School of Witches and Wizardry.

Top Ten Apps for Food Lovers @ Agrigirl’s Blog ~ these apps are right up my cyber alley . . . and I don’t even have a Smart Phone.

The Significant Others @ Candid Impressions ~ a beautiful reminder that we are most significant to others when we recognize their singular significance.

Ready for Post Olympic Letdown? @ Breathelighter ~ Debra’s attitude, more than anything else, affects the successful outcome of her uplifting posts.

Stay tuned!  More soon.

In the meantime, keep breathing (and reading).

Aah . . . that’s better!

There is creative reading as well as creative writing. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dawn? . . . {{yawn}} August 13, 2012

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Life Balance, Magick & Mystery.
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Time demonstrated its peculiar prowess this summer. 

Dragging sloth-like from moment to moment while  traversing corresponding weeks and months at super sonic speeds. 

Rather like a roller-coaster ride that’s slow on the uptake but over before you know it.

The two months since we convened for our family reunion have passed by in a blur of celebration, illness, death, planning, organizing, sorting, surgery, pain,  recuperation, packing, loading, moving, and getting resettled into a life with an entirely new rhythm. 

Despite the fleet feet of recent weeks, the daylight hours often seem interminable. 

* Minutes prodding seconds to stop dilly-dallying.

* Hours admonishing minutes to move along.

* Hands at a complete standstill.  A dead crawl.   Determined strikers picketing the passage of time.

Nights, in contrast, seem far too short.

Heads no sooner comfortable on pillows when cocks and cock-eyed optimists start crowing that dawn is breaking. 

Morn has arrived.  Again.

Dawn? . . . {{yawn}}

Coffee? . . . please!

Aah . . . that’s better!