Sippy the coffee… aaaahhh.. The pleasure of the brew.
Good morning. There’s great stillness outside this a.m. Not even a dead leaf still clinging to a branch is moving. A white grey fills the sky in the quietude, makes me want to laze around and read and write. Only, the call of coiffing and preening ‘my people’ must happen and then off to hear my dear friend Alan, play his lovely music in Hartland. How appropriate; music from the heart in Hartland at the Kahuna Cafe. 6-8. Should you be drifting by the Big Kahuna and wish to sink into a comfy atmosphere and some sweet music, stop on by.
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The fire is not dampened by the tear
Nor the sprinkle from the grey clouds
What is lit inside flames strong
The call to passion goes beyond reason
It pulses with every heart beat
There is lightness within every breath
The air that feeds a flame with imaginings
Fills up desires call to take action
Or shimmer for a while longer in the warmth
The comfort of the inner hearth at rest
There is time for the fire and flame to rise
To light up as beacon in cold grey gloom
For those that have yet awakened to their flame
And need feel the basking of LIght everlasting
In the soul flickering call to Home
What beautiful flames we all are
Lit up from the inside out glowing
There is no getting away from your light
I have seen it and I see you .
