Glimmers of light, that’s what I’ve been seeing through the last two months. In the midst of my sadness at the illness and subsequent passing our sweet dog, there have been moments of light peeping through. Glimmers Of Light Already, with the pandemic things are hard enough, so if there was one thing I was determined to do is not give in to grief. Yes, I still cry when I think of him suffering at the end. My heart still aches when I see the empty place near my bed that was his. But I’ve been trying to talk about…
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Some years ago I took a picture of this house, all locked up and not lived in. Something about such houses make me sad. A A house that must have been built with so much thought and planning. Perhaps, the original owner took years to gather enough money to build it. A house that at one time was probably filled with family, love and laughter. Now it has just become a house where nobody lives. If there’s love in a house It’s a palace for sure Without love… It ain’t nothin’ but a house A house where nobody lives From…
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Trees are poems. That’s what Gibran said, and I’d have to agree. I’m always fascinated by the pictures that they paint and the feelings they inspire. Trees seem to provide frames for us to view the sky. Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. ― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam As I walk around the area where I stay I’m always fascinated with the trees. They stay the same and yet they have such a variety of ‘moods’. Today I’m sharing with you a few of my ‘tree frames’ A post shared by Corinne Rodrigues (@everyday_gyaan) on…