will power carries us in directions of unmatched life purpose, destiny unmindful of dark, troubled waters I make a conscious choice live
To each her own
pt #29~ Catacombs and Apparitions!
As Celeste sat reading the news came on and the lead story was, of course, the secret mines. She chuckled at the premature conjecture that had infected the masses with a sort of vuja de’ way of turning all the facts upside down and mixing it with urban legends!! Last she heard people were actually whispering that Al Capone himself was living poshly in an underground city and running the mines from there.
Celeste shook her head and turned back to her reading. The history of the old hotel was interesting and the original owner had a bit of a pedigree as well as a small fortune and a seriously good business acumen. The hotel was indeed originally built as an upscale spa-like orphanage. They spared no expense in construction, decorating and stocking supplies befitting the status of their little charges. Then they hired what they believed to be well…
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Dear Humanity,
Dear Humanity, Unfortunately, I find that what sparks the light in me does that only to me. There are very few or no takers for the same. I came across this quote a few days ago, shared it on LinkedIn, and the response was zilch. “The moral flabbiness born of the exclusive worship of the … Continue reading Dear Humanity,
At the break of dawn…
“I have walked through it several times, at different hours of the day and night, but with very little success in my mission”, wrote a police officer on social media with this picture. The tunnel is known to be a criminal haunt, but the miscreants are never caught. Folklore has stories of secret entry and … Continue reading At the break of dawn…
Yuku Haru (passing spring)
spring already passed mirrors reflect seasons on our precious skin drenched in unseasonal rainfall languorous day in a spa Haikai Challenge #34
Closure
Great impact in the crispness!
bury me so that
I may breathe easy – I have
been dead a long time
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 37
Blank Spaces
emptiness blank space to fill in inspires revives the world now belongs to me to paint vivid dreams SoCS
Fair, not kind
A hand that protects and gifts flowing abundance cannot be contained by ceilings of clocks and calendars nor compelled to choose one path from two or more A will that reigns supreme above pettiness and sees the larger good in random acts of fairness not kindness a dream unfulfilled. Saturday Mix at MLMM
Suffering a seminar
“Now, all of you will do this with me….” gesticulated the public speaker as he made circles in the air with his fingers, and then, punched the air. Similar requests were made at least twenty times during a two hour presentation. “Are you kidding?” silent thought were echoing through the room. “Now, turn back and … Continue reading Suffering a seminar
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 37
When I first went to work in the country, I was a long way from anywhere. Australia is like that. You don’t have to go far to be between nowhere and anywhere.
We arrived in this small country town and settled into life away from family and friends but with the prospect of forming new friends and establishing a new home.
The first weekend there the man who was to be my immediate boss, my Head Teacher English, had us over for dinner. He used the opportunity to tell me about the school and the students who attended.
As this was a country area, the school drew from places near and far. One place, the next biggest town, was down on the border and so, further from anywhere than we were. It was a bit of a frontier town and came with its own reputation.
My Head Teacher shook his…
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