Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore
Full Blog Series: The Joyful Path
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. – Sylvia Plath
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Poems, short stories, & the occasional ranting spree
Books, beauty, lifestyle
Life and my insights
Deux Américains à Toulouse
Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul
Expeditions - explorations - adventures
Making the world a richer place, one story at a time
My daily quest for One Beautiful Thing (OBT)
Underfoot Poetry - a poetry blog by Tim Miller
Poems by Celia Hales in the Style of William Shakespeare & John Donne
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
A Library of Literary Interestingness
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
A Discovery of Enlightening Insights, Information, Humor, Writings and Musings
Life through mindful media
Exploring creativity and beauty across different media. Scholarly and journalistic. Lushly illustrated. Passionately global.
Serendipity and Soliloquy
Welcome to my world.
Just a redheaded woman who is obsessed with books
Be immensely in love with the subtleness and diversities of life