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I’m becoming unhurried

Linger under the stars

there's the big dipper

Gaze at the sunrise

Soak in the view

deep

slow

breath

Choose the longest line

at the grocery—

And who can I smile to?

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I loved this! I came across a ladybird this morning (that's what we call them over here - they're ladybirds, not ladybugs) and it made me smile. I was in charge of wielding the reflector on an outdoor photography shoot on the sunniest October day I can ever remember (it's even HOT!) and I think the ladybird had been attracted by the bright light. 🐞

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Oh that is so cute! Ladybirds. I love that and I didn't know. Thank you for sharing this with us, Rebecca.

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This is lovely. I'm not really into photography -- I should be -- but I find that when I walk around with a camera in my hands, I see the world so differently, and above all the details.

You might enjoy this very short piece I posted long ago. Thank you for sharing your piece.

https://heftymatters.substack.com/p/the-ladybug

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HI Ben, Thank you for sharing your piece as well. I look forward to checking it out. I appreciate you chiming in.

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I love this poem. God’s small creatures don’t seem to have any worries. Trying to become more like the wandering ladybug.

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Thank you, Mom. Yes, they seem to get along just fine.

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Love ladybugs! This poem is beautiful! Love it!!

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me too! I was so happy to spot her in the grass. Thank you Faith and have a wonderful Friday and weekend ahead. xoxo

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Beautiful poem and a great question!

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Thank you Felicia...I've been writing/thinking a lot about this.

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Love this”becoming unhurried”. If you believe your Soul is eternal, really, what is the hurry? Schedule for the “longest lines”, keep failing, keep learning, keep smiling, let your Soul lead...

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yes, what is the hurry?

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I’m becoming

A verb, engaging in life

Experimenting....

Thanks Jules for this profound question. Love your poem. Failure used to scare me but as I age I define it as providing invaluable information so I can move forward with new maps. Fear of failure no longer stops me in my tracks. It has become a welcome companion. It allows me to surprise myself and enjoy whatever I set out to do. Failure is my self correcting G.P. S. Try it on. It works....

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I resonate with fear of failure. I'm working hard to have your mindset and I'm making gains! :) What did I fail at today? a question I ask myself so it's not so scary and like you said a welcome companion.

I like your thinking here "Failure is my self correcting G.P.S. Try it on" Thank you Clark.

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