The road toward home curves and swerves like black ribbon.
— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) August 7, 2020
I like the moment when the town appears from the green fields.
Today, as I reached the edge of town, the creek, the horses and
the paddocks were ready for me.
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And before my eyes, my mother's grave, up on yonder hill,
— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) August 7, 2020
warm and sweet in the cold August rain...
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Love the gentle eddy of thoughts and feelings... melting together...
keeping pace, savouring the dimensions of these small and grand moments...
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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.