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Daily Archives: August 14, 2011


30 Days of Inspiration  Day 04

What you imagine paradise to be like

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 Definition that I’m working with:  

a place or state of bliss, felicity, or delight.

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Bliss for me would be contentment and not 

having to worry about others with negative attitudes

trying to include me in their pissy moods.

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Felicity means happiness and to be happy, for me, 

would be free of demands on me to be something I’m not

and just be able to be myself and not having others want to

change me.

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Delight for me would be to be able to create a world around me 

that enables me to choose each day will be rewarding…

writing, painting, reading,

being out by the seaside just being

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I am realistic enough to know paradise is only in books

…but one can dream 

and try to create a small piece of paradise in each day, …

that’s my theory and I’m sticking to it !

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Entrance to the Outhouse

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Entrance to street where a young child's memorial is a somber remembrance.

 

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Garden Gate entrance to a house.

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Garden Entrance...the trellis is not as full and beautiful this year...the weather...heat and no rain ...has not been helpful to the vines that grow here. This is on a back street, and I detour on the way to my home often to see the beauty.

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soft wind in the trees
memory of Nebagamon
childhood dreams whisper
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This hydrangea plant is flourishing...note the huge blossom on the right...with a second smaller blossom behind it.

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Six word journal:

Sunny/preparing /Boston trip/last one?

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Downtown Bangor, two blocks, both sides of stores, offices, and a restored historic theater

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The view of Mount Desert Island in the distance that people spend millions on building house to view.

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A different view from Hancock, ME.. of Mount Desert Island that people pay so much to see either with building expensive summer homes or visiting and camping or staying in motels.


A different view from Hancock, ME.. of Mount Desert Island
that people pay so much to see either with building
expensive summer homes, visiting and camping
or staying in motels.
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Cities
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Large and small,
I would think that
most would think of
big cities with
huge buildings and
lots of stores and
restaurants.
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My city,
Ellsworth, Maine,
has 7,000 +
people.
two blocks of downtown,
and the big boxes at the
edge of two small malls.
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It is called the
Crossroads of Downeast Maine,
because you have to go thru
here to go anywhere “there”.
One has to ignore…
if you know the way,
the strip of stores
that I fear will string
from Bangor to Bar Harbor
one day,
right thru my tiny city
 by the ocean.
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I have tasted the
“real” cities
that people speak of,
that I long to visit,
and then come back
to my tiny city by
the ocean.
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My life living on the
outskirts of Tokyo
and Yokohama,
was a fantasy life,
unusual houses,
a view of Mt Fuji
from my driveway.
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Stores with signs
I couldn’t read,
with foods I wasn’t
supposed to buy.
Kimonos,
black lacquer ware,
tatami’s
and brocades.
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Medieval castles
from long ago,
samueri and emperors,
sumo wrestlers,
Geisha’s and warlords
memories of the past.
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Modern day
adults and children
celebrate
special days and holidays,
visiting the temples
in their finest 
kimonos,
reminders of the past.
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Old San Juan
was much the same,
El Morro Castle
and a trip to the past,
as one walks thru
the cobble stone streets.
The narrow streets,
wrought iron fences,
adorned with flowers,
BUT
I must admit,
my favorite memory
was my visit to
the Bacardi factory,
the day the bottler
thru bottles
everywhere !
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The Rain Forest,
with a giant waterfall,
lush greenery,
pristine beaches with
palm trees
and flowers I’d only
seen in photos
before.
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I dream of trips to
Paris,
to Amsterdam,
to Greece
and
Tuscany.
Then back
to my little city
by the ocean.
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