Get a clue, would you? Tune into the cosmic patterns that hint you towards your most present and embodied self, in every moment. There are clues hidden everywhere. Inside of you, in the other, and in the environment. Just be present and tune into what’s available to you.
clueless is what comes to mind. but rather there are clues everywhere i look. clues as a little reminder that i’m on the right track. sometimes there are clues that shadow i’m on the wrong path. i take a turn. and there are no clues left.
I dont have a clue what to write. But in all honestly the truth is within, I already know. The universe is constantly whispering these clues to us all. If only we would listen.
I don’t have a clue what I’m doing with my life but I feel like I’ve sort of come to terms with that. i love my husband and my kids and watching all of us grow and change and constantly question and I’m enjoying letting go of my death grip on life a little bit, sitting back, and watching it unfold instead of worrying constantly that I’m not doing it right or I need to do it differently. It seems to be working pretty well for now.
don’t have a clue why i’m doing this and it’s interesting that clue is my first word. I think clues are all around us when we are open to seeing them and they guide us/me towards that which I’m here for, meant for and able to give/share with the world. there’s much more to clue then a candlestick in the conservatory
Get one. It’s not hard – just pay attention. They are everywhere, clues. They lead you to what you are looking for. They lead you, perhaps, to what you already know. It is underneath your nose, or a rock nearby. Or maybe it’s in the sky above. The ground under your feet. A phone call away, a glance in the mirror – your best friend.
An inkling. A hint.
This just might change your life.
Lean in. Listen.
An omen, a sign. It’s auspicious.
Like a gold thread leading you onto your joyful path.
Follow the shine in your eye. It knows.
A mystery is something that you don’t understand, but that you want to understand. Clues are the tiny pieces of information, the pieces of data that you can collect and then analyze. Solving a mystery using clues is an exciting process. It forces you to think about the different possibilities for how the clues are connected to each other.
I didn’t have a clue…seriously, not one. No idea where to go next with it or what to say, even. It loomed up in front of me as a veritable mountain to climb with no path up it. I’m not even sure sherpas could have made it up.
And then Jimmy found it. It was hiding there all along. Or had it been? The one clue he had been searching for to tell him where the missing treasure was. But he was sure that he had searched under the barn door before, on his way in. It was dark in there, perhaps he had missed it? Then he heard a sound coming from behind…
it didn’t tell me much but
it did give me a chance to look
just a bit deeper
at what i thought i already knew
opening the defined world a tiny bit
and letting possibility shine through
I have no clue why I am doing this. I’m not even in the mindset to write. There is noise and racket – I feel … anxious, no brain bandwidth. Fun though – a nice break from my workday.
Clues are signposts along the way that may be very important indicators from your intuition. You may be able to find a new path or get a new perpective.
sometimes I fear I haven’t got one…but then I remember that I have lots of them! They are everywhere, and I get these flashes of ‘knowing’ something sometimes. It’s good.
Sometimes I feel like I need one, but other times I want to give them to everyone. This is me. Get a clue. I should have one too. They’re tricky that way … just when you think you have it all figured out you get slapped in the head with another one.
I have a clues that i know what I am to do! I have a clue that is right around the corner. I have a clue that is not a difficult as I make it. I have a clue that i love more than I hate. The clues are all around me.
Something I follow to create a trail, the way I jump off from everything in my life – a hunch, a beautiful moment, a spark of passion. Once the stuff of cartoons, now the seeds of inspiration. I’ll take a magnifying glass, a monocle, my readers…whatever will help me to see these with clarity and frequency.
It sat in the pit of my stomach. a big boulder of tension. I was excited at my prospect of freedom! of Being able to get out into the world and feel alive again. The clue, the little nugget I waited for to have the complete sense of release, came when I felt the exhilaration driving with the window wide open.
As in “I don’t have a clue.” Perhaps a clue is the way to a better life, a better way to live, perhaps there is a clue just around the corner. Excited. Curious.
This reminded me of how strange the word ‘clue’ actually is. Clue … Clue … Clue. You write it, and see it again and again, and realize, it no longer looks like a word that belongs to this language.
Give me a clue, dear world, as to wwat you would have me know about you, discover about you… how to be the best I can be as part of your creation. I don’t mind being clueless about most things, but about you – this home that is my world – I would love a clue!
Get one. Give one. Play it. I need one. A little hint. A big key. The path to the answer. Like rain drops, the wetness of life that can clear the skys and make the cobblestones slippery at the very same moment.
I don’t have a clue about where I’m going or what i’m suppose to do. I started this path with no clear plan. I just knew it was something I wanted to accomplish and that it would open doors for me. I hope i’m right.
The rose quartz a clue
to summers spent in Zion
its old home the earth
its new home a book
filled with words that enrich like the earth enriches
its rock progeny
pink and red
they shine
for me
A clue is something small. A hint. The cracks in the pavement, the splatter of blood. Where did the bullet come front? Who slept with who? Motive? Circumstance? Why was the floor wet? Who wet the floor?
Who left the door a jar?
Who’s left?
Get a clue, would you? Tune into the cosmic patterns that hint you towards your most present and embodied self, in every moment. There are clues hidden everywhere. Inside of you, in the other, and in the environment. Just be present and tune into what’s available to you.
clueless is what comes to mind. but rather there are clues everywhere i look. clues as a little reminder that i’m on the right track. sometimes there are clues that shadow i’m on the wrong path. i take a turn. and there are no clues left.
what’s my clue for today?
I dont have a clue what to write. But in all honestly the truth is within, I already know. The universe is constantly whispering these clues to us all. If only we would listen.
I don’t have a clue what I’m doing with my life but I feel like I’ve sort of come to terms with that. i love my husband and my kids and watching all of us grow and change and constantly question and I’m enjoying letting go of my death grip on life a little bit, sitting back, and watching it unfold instead of worrying constantly that I’m not doing it right or I need to do it differently. It seems to be working pretty well for now.
don’t have a clue why i’m doing this and it’s interesting that clue is my first word. I think clues are all around us when we are open to seeing them and they guide us/me towards that which I’m here for, meant for and able to give/share with the world. there’s much more to clue then a candlestick in the conservatory
Get one. It’s not hard – just pay attention. They are everywhere, clues. They lead you to what you are looking for. They lead you, perhaps, to what you already know. It is underneath your nose, or a rock nearby. Or maybe it’s in the sky above. The ground under your feet. A phone call away, a glance in the mirror – your best friend.
i haven’t got a clue
never know what to do
and then I breathe…
and I remember – who I am
and who I want to be
i am me…
An inkling. A hint.
This just might change your life.
Lean in. Listen.
An omen, a sign. It’s auspicious.
Like a gold thread leading you onto your joyful path.
Follow the shine in your eye. It knows.
A mystery is something that you don’t understand, but that you want to understand. Clues are the tiny pieces of information, the pieces of data that you can collect and then analyze. Solving a mystery using clues is an exciting process. It forces you to think about the different possibilities for how the clues are connected to each other.
It is something that helps you with your work.
I didn’t have a clue…seriously, not one. No idea where to go next with it or what to say, even. It loomed up in front of me as a veritable mountain to climb with no path up it. I’m not even sure sherpas could have made it up.
And then Jimmy found it. It was hiding there all along. Or had it been? The one clue he had been searching for to tell him where the missing treasure was. But he was sure that he had searched under the barn door before, on his way in. It was dark in there, perhaps he had missed it? Then he heard a sound coming from behind…
The thing about it is that I’m just not sure where to find it.
Under the chair?
At the bottom of my cup?
In my shoe?
Oh! There it is!
it didn’t tell me much but
it did give me a chance to look
just a bit deeper
at what i thought i already knew
opening the defined world a tiny bit
and letting possibility shine through
I have no clue why I am doing this. I’m not even in the mindset to write. There is noise and racket – I feel … anxious, no brain bandwidth. Fun though – a nice break from my workday.
I have found a clue!
Clue is a board game. People solving crimes use clues. Normal people use clues to figure out non-obvious things.
Clues are signposts along the way that may be very important indicators from your intuition. You may be able to find a new path or get a new perpective.
sometimes I fear I haven’t got one…but then I remember that I have lots of them! They are everywhere, and I get these flashes of ‘knowing’ something sometimes. It’s good.
Sometimes I feel like I need one, but other times I want to give them to everyone. This is me. Get a clue. I should have one too. They’re tricky that way … just when you think you have it all figured out you get slapped in the head with another one.
i had no clue as what was in the song but now looking back i understand it’s not really worth listening to, the clue to life is to learn.
a clue is like a lead
I have a clues that i know what I am to do! I have a clue that is right around the corner. I have a clue that is not a difficult as I make it. I have a clue that i love more than I hate. The clues are all around me.
Something I follow to create a trail, the way I jump off from everything in my life – a hunch, a beautiful moment, a spark of passion. Once the stuff of cartoons, now the seeds of inspiration. I’ll take a magnifying glass, a monocle, my readers…whatever will help me to see these with clarity and frequency.
I dropped my hat in a bucket
that was too large for my head
I wondered if there was meaning
in that action
or simply a random act
meant to teach me nothing.
Clue is something you give someone when they are trying to guess something.
a clue is kind of like a hint. it is something that helps you when you are trying to figure something out.
i dont have a clue whats going on.
people need clues to solve mystories. there are clues everwhere in a secene.
Roger searched dilagently for the clue he desprately wanted the treasure
a mistery???? oooohhhhh!!!!Whats the clue? Tell me the clue!!! lets play clue!!!
It sat in the pit of my stomach. a big boulder of tension. I was excited at my prospect of freedom! of Being able to get out into the world and feel alive again. The clue, the little nugget I waited for to have the complete sense of release, came when I felt the exhilaration driving with the window wide open.
As in “I don’t have a clue.” Perhaps a clue is the way to a better life, a better way to live, perhaps there is a clue just around the corner. Excited. Curious.
At the moment I have non
This reminded me of how strange the word ‘clue’ actually is. Clue … Clue … Clue. You write it, and see it again and again, and realize, it no longer looks like a word that belongs to this language.
Give me a clue, dear world, as to wwat you would have me know about you, discover about you… how to be the best I can be as part of your creation. I don’t mind being clueless about most things, but about you – this home that is my world – I would love a clue!
Get one. Give one. Play it. I need one. A little hint. A big key. The path to the answer. Like rain drops, the wetness of life that can clear the skys and make the cobblestones slippery at the very same moment.
I don’t have a clue about where I’m going or what i’m suppose to do. I started this path with no clear plan. I just knew it was something I wanted to accomplish and that it would open doors for me. I hope i’m right.
The rose quartz a clue
to summers spent in Zion
its old home the earth
its new home a book
filled with words that enrich like the earth enriches
its rock progeny
pink and red
they shine
for me
A clue is something small. A hint. The cracks in the pavement, the splatter of blood. Where did the bullet come front? Who slept with who? Motive? Circumstance? Why was the floor wet? Who wet the floor?
Who left the door a jar?
Who’s left?