Tag Archives: Doing

DO THE UNTHINKABLE

Posted on May 9, 2022 by elainedanforth

Do the unthinkable– And dive right in, though thou be rather far from guaranteed unsinkable. Switch course– return to what was rendered fearsome by the scores, and treat it like you spent no real time off of the horse. And … Continue reading →

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ONE MORE DAY LIVED

Posted on August 28, 2018 by elainedanforth

One more day lived nor bad, nor good, some things done, some dabbled at, some left undone, as well as this one, this day, could. . . Some out of duty, some for rest, some just for fun. . . … Continue reading →

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YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE

Posted on March 13, 2018 by elainedanforth

Live your life– do simple things or intricate, as time and space let or require. Do days, sleep nights. Allow the ripple rings­­­­­­­ +++++ and wakes ­­­­­­­+++++that your three-plus dimensioned­­­­­­­ +++++movement bring to wave through winding channels deftly cut deep … Continue reading →

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I’M GETTING THE INKLING

Posted on September 10, 2015 by elainedanforth

I’m getting the inkling, with each night’s first star’s twinkling, that life’s not so much one big, long time thinking, but rather it’s saying one great, big, long prayer– prayed in the risking to dive into doing and true what … Continue reading →

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DROPPING THE NEED FOR EXCUSES

Posted on August 29, 2015 by elainedanforth

Once you drop the need to make excuse for everything you are and every thing you ever did or were, and then you cut you loose from all of your life’s chains and pains so slow assumed or suddenly bequeathed … Continue reading →

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THE IMPOSSIBLE CUP OF TEA

Posted on June 30, 2013 by elainedanforth

what seems impossible is rendered to the realm of clearly possible through the doing. . . no longer is there need to keep excusing nor to do the big to do, the tortured stewing. . . a whole new cup … Continue reading →

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