| The Stone Story by Chuck KeysI was staring at a stone today, it didn't move, it just sat, resting, relaxed in the warm mid-day sun. The wind moved around it and it's lazy motionless nearby friends, effortlessly. They all looked alike, maybe they were all family on vacation without a worry on their minds if they had minds. They didn't or couldn't smile or frown, no beards or mustaches were visible, clean shaven. They didn't look hungry or thirsty. Of course how does a hungry or thirsty stone look? I could have brought them water or food. After much further intense thought, I realized they don't have to worry about clothes or lack of ... Do they need clothes? Do they need anything? Nothing. Nothing, is what they need. I am envious. |
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A Slumber did my Spirit SealA slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees. BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GH. |
Arran BlogJacqueline and Geoff moved to the beautiful Isle of Arran in 2012, and have been visiting since 1998. 
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