Daily Archives: March 17, 2018

Taking life as you find it. – Jim Webster

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Jim Webster: There was once a shepherd who dropped his Bible while he was mending a gap in a hedge. A couple of days later, a sheep walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. The … Continue reading →

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Travels With Maggie: The Beginning – Pat Bean

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Pat Bean’s Blog: “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”–Neale Donald Walsch Here’s How It All Began Balcony House: Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado. Not only have my travels taken me all across the country, they … Continue reading →

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#writephoto — A Little Bit Caveman

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

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writephoto: charmer

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Does writing excuse watching?:
Silicon Valley Charmer ? Think you can’t afford a home in Silicon Valley? Check out this beauty! So close by in the Santa Cruz mountains, just off Leprechaun Parkway. Steve Jobs wanted it…

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Thursday photo #prompt – Ahead #writephoto

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Two on a Rant:
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://scvincent.com/2018/03/15/thursday-photo-prompt-ahead-writephoto/ “One day, I’ll walk through a forest, leaping on water-sculpted boulders across a gurgling stream,” I said to my therapist. “To do that, you’ll have…

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Snow in summer

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

I stood like a mountain Astride the plain Watching with slow eyes As life passed beneath me. Feeling the seasons on my skin, Each year a mere frisson, And the years passed Until snow silenced me. I waited immobile For … Continue reading →

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White-Skunk and Bald-Eagle IV… Stuart France

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …Eagle arrived back at the lodge before Skunk. He seized the Plover sisters and trampled on their bellies until little skunks lay scattered all about on the ground. Then Eagle gathered up his belongings and left the lodge, taking … Continue reading →