• H wrote about the word existence 1 year, 8 months ago

    What is existence? Just to be alive or should it give a sense of purpose and a joy from day to day? To be is not just to be. Or at least it should not be!

  • H wrote about the word existence 1 year, 8 months ago

    The insect woke and stretched its legs. It sat upon a twig to warm before it began it daily search for food.

  • H wrote about the word division 1 year, 8 months ago

    Sharing or separating:- so very different. If only it were easier for us all to share and more difficult for us to separate ourselves from our common humanity

  • H wrote about the word sponge 1 year, 8 months ago

    Take a sponge to wash your face but make sure it’s not the real thing. Sea sponges are an endangered species and fresh water sponges exceedingly rare. However be a sponge yourself when it comes to learning everything you can.

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  • H wrote about the word mist 1 year, 8 months ago

    “There’s no rain in that”, he said, as he came inside from the mist of the cloud that hung low over the valley. “But it is certainly wet!”

  • H wrote about the word chance 1 year, 8 months ago

    The right place at the right time. Is it chance, luck or do we make our own chances? I would hope that I took and take my chances. I would hope I made (and will make) use of whatever I was given. But : the most amazing chance I’ve been given is the chance of [...]

  • H wrote about the word secretary 1 year, 9 months ago

    The secretary bird is a beautiful bird
    I wonder what it writes
    For writing’s done in secretariats
    Or they may be the bird’s true home

  • H wrote about the word destruction 1 year, 9 months ago

    Destruction is easy. The word useless says it all and destroys, everything: who you are, anything you have made, relationships, love, family and most importantly your self.

  • H wrote about the word umbrella 1 year, 9 months ago

    A shelter from the storm or from the burning sun, the umbrella sometimes turns us inside out when wind is high and tempest rages.

  • H wrote about the word silk 1 year, 9 months ago

    They feasted on mulberry leaves. They settled in their cocoons. Then they became the casualties of manufacture – silk worms.

  • H wrote about the word sinking 1 year, 9 months ago

    From Buchan’s slough of despond we sinking pilgrims drag ourselves, but not with ease or grace.

  • H wrote about the word sinking 1 year, 9 months ago

    I stood upon the spagnum moss that looked so green and lush. I should have been wary of its colour for it came from water deep and I was sinking fast.

  • H wrote about the word poison 1 year, 9 months ago

    Poison seeps, not slowly, through my veins. The evil bite of gossip will soon destroy my very self and I know no antidote.

  • H wrote about the word transport 1 year, 9 months ago

    I like transport. Any kind will do; as long as it gets me from where I am, away from where I do not want to be. But best of all are trains, but not high speed; they must go slow enough to enjoy the view.

  • H wrote about the word missed 1 year, 9 months ago

    I missed my mark when I started archery classes but soon with training became more adept. The classes were sorely missed when