MY CONFESSION: How I have tripped out from a broken relationship and have made me to become a Travel Blogger. 

I grab a piece of paper and I began drafting a nonsense article about my messy life. I shed saline fluids as it moves  through my cheeks while carefully catching to every memory. I was brought to a deep slumber until I awakened up the next morning and I was still looking for another piece of paper and write again. It became my precious venue to unleash all my thoughts until one day, I didn’t serve anything except that I write and just write.


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SENIOR SALON#51

Haddon Musings

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                        Revealing the beauty and truth of life through the eyes of our elders.

Welcome back to the Senior Salon. I am so excited about the huge amount of talent that has come together to share their artistic vision. It is my pleasure to invite you once again to link your blog to mine today and reveal your artistic creations in any field: fiction writing, nonfiction, poetry, photography, painting, pottery, cooking.

I want to mention to anyone who is reading this, that you do not need an special invitation from me to participate.  Please feel free to add your link and join in the fun.

After linking to this blog, in the true spirit of a salon, please take the time to read someone else’s blog and comment and offer encouragement on their artistic endeavors.

We have walked our…

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Cracked Ice #writephoto

Myths of the Mirror

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Flight of Faith

When I was a child, I could fly
you and I hopped in dirt-road afternoons
faithful
and the dust-wind flung us over seas of wheat
scuffed shoes skimming the feathered awns
we whipped around the corners of the barn
in a home-sewn world of farm-hewn hands
our secret futures soared

In the veins of my hands
the blue brooks of time stream by
Somewhere on the way, I unlearned how to fly
and trod worn paths through autumn’s lea
snapped night’s brittle ice
shards of fractured faith
glinting in my wake

Today’s morning purls in plumrose
cast on a withering season’s stark debris
spangled with winter’s gilded rime
a new path of violet ice wends to the horizon
fragile, fissured, a wish yet unbroken
my secret future soars
faithful
and I wonder if I might fly
one last time

This attempt at poetry was in response to Sue…

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Winter Again

Must we really

gird up against

those cold, gray skies

bag up the hours

recycling them into

the same old hassle

world strung from a tassel

candy coating liars gloating

oh, but here they are

in new outfits

smiling like all of us

are not caught

in the hamster wheel

a new season

with the same tired faces

now fraught

with icy drafts

enveloped by cold shrugs

letting frosty winter

with its frozen chill

cut right into

these hollow bones

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Stepping out at sunset

Joshi Daniel Photography

Phoebe Lee walking towards a ship anchored at Bintan Island in Indonesia during sunset Phoebe Lee walking towards an anchored ship during sunset | Bintan Island, Indonesia

Pictured here is an Australia-based travel writer and blogger (at Little Grey Box), Phoebe Lee. She was photographed on a GoPro while walking towards a ship anchored at Bintan Island in Indonesia during sunset.

Here is your chance to win an all expenses paid trip for two to Bali. Take the Quiz Now at http://wonderful.indonesia.travel/tripofwonders/

Thankful to Wonderful Indonesia and the Indonesian Ministry of Tourism for a great opportunity to see Indonesia.

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