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... my first photograph of 2020 was of this pensive Chickadee. They are one of my favorite birds to watch.
I thought you were mine and that was the biggest mistake of thought but I was so wrong, the actual mistake was listening to the thought of heart which was mindless!
The connection between smell and memory is a mystery that leads us to travel in time, to relive moments that we thought forgotten... Through perfume our senses and emotions intertwine, allowing us to cherish the past, and turn it into verses that last in the memory.
You enter my mind... as if in a dream. You steal my thoughts.. away does seem. You tug my heart till it does burn. You fill my soul.. for you I yearn... ♥Jules♥
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Mid thought/mid conversation standing in my studio/shop . Nikon 50mm 1.8 Series E @f2 in available light.
Morning sunshine, indoor geraniums and ivy from the garden .... and it feels like Spring 😊
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two things to remember in life.
take care of your thoughts when you are alone & your words when you are with people.
- Vivien Dress
It was one of those days when the weight of the world pressed heavily on the shoulders. Thoughts swirled like autumn leaves caught in the wind restless, directionless. And yet, the feet carried onward, deeper into the forest, as if they had always known that an answer awaited there.
The air shimmered with a soft, elusive glow, as if the forest itself had chosen to weave light into its shadows. Every leaf seemed to gleam, reflecting the world in silent gratitude. The sounds were hushed, not by silence, but by reverence. Here, everything spoke...but only to those willing to listen.
Then, at the heart of the woods, the trees parted to reveal a hidden clearing. And there, as if sculpted from a dream, stood two open hands, offering themselves to the universe. From their palms, butterflies rose into the sky, carrying wishes and unspoken thoughts to the vastness above. Between them, tiny stars twirled fleeting, yet eternal, as if the heavens themselves were breathing.
The old owl watched the scene with its infinite wisdom, as if it already knew that something was unfolding here something beyond words. A gift, understood only by those who could see with their hearts.
A deep breath. The weight that had clung so tightly began to lift. And in that moment, clarity arrived, The world was full of wonders, if only one took the time to see. Nothing was to be taken for granted. The greatest gift was not in what one received, but in what one was willing to give.
Those who give with kindness and an open heart will receive generosity in return. Do not confine your thoughts to the idea that you have received "nothing" you have lifetimes yet to live. Walk in kindness, and you shall be rewarded beyond measure. Old souls know this truth well,
for the others:
"Much to learn, you still have."
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words; they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them. are not just words they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫