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Tag Archives: Risk
Finding is the First Act —
Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece” Fourth, no Discovery— Fifth, no Crew— Finally, no Golden Fleece— Jason—sham—too. — Emily Dickinson This has almost become a mantra for me, one of the few poems … Continue reading
Posted in Etcetera, Poetry, Quotes, Wisdom, Wonderings
Tagged Emily Dickinson, Poetry, Risk, Wondering
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Write On….
One must really be brave to choose love or writing as one’s guides, because they may lead one to the space in which the meaning of our life is hidden — and who can say that this space may not … Continue reading
Follow Your Bliss….
When you follow your bliss… doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors; and where there wouldn’t be a door for anyone else. Joseph Campbell And who knows where … Continue reading
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