Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace. ~Vernon Baker
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A Meditative Centerpiece
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- get zapped
- I enjoy the outdoors, where I gather much of my creative inspiration. I find it necessary to spend time in nature, for balance and sanity. Get Zapped is where I post my photos accompanied by quotes I find intriguing. Get Zen is for sharing my Illustrations, design work, poetry, and other creative outlets. Thanks for stopping by.
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8 comments:
wonderful quote!
Hi Getzapped,
For me.
Where one feels belonging & peace... :-)
very inspirational site...
What a wonderful site! Thank you for sharing these wise words. They are jewels.
polana- indeed!
susan- a joy to hear from you, and I agree wholeheartedly!
ascender- it's working ; )
mikim- it's my call to inspire.
For me, a tiny corner where I can feel safe. Safe from the world and all the horror it holds.
Home...
My daughter was at home for two monthes
She found a new job and now she's gone. She's far from home
I was accusomed she was no more at home for the time she became a student (1997)
I'm happy she found a good job
However on Thursday I was sad and today I'm sad because during two monthes her home and mine was the same again and nevermore it will happen I think
beloved- wow, you must need some space away from it all, I hope you find it and feel safe.
cergie, I'm sorry to hear you are sad and missing you daughter. My mom told me one time how she sat on along a river and cried after my brother and I had left separately for the west coast. She revealed this years after it happened. He moved back, I never did. I miss my mom a lot, even after all these years of being away and visiting once or twice a year. I bet your daughter misses you. It's hard, isn't it. Peace to you.
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