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solitude_carl jung

Our world does not acknowledge the beauty of solitude. We have many in silence, out of fear or shame, or those who have given up the joy of conversation for technology. But, in a world full of noise, literal and figurative, there is great healing in those quieter pastimes such as reading, meditating, art, or observing nature.

solitude and bliss_william wordsworth

Our nervous systems were not created to be caught up in constant noise or upheaval. I find as I get older, that I require and look forward to such solitude. There is much to give to others, but recognizing and realizing the self-care we deserve, is a gift that no one can give us but ourselves.

solitude and thanksgiving_hugo

It is a gift in gratitude and magnitude that we can appreciate the peaceful silence.

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morning is Gds way of saying one more time

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DREAM 3

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

By Langston Hughes

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Thank you for stopping by! I hope that you enjoy your visit. This is the last of a trio of Langston Hughes “Dream” poems and the final shot in a “Dream” photographic triptych.
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James Langston Hughes [1902-1967] was born in Joplin, Missouri, USA, the great-great-grandson of Charles Henry Langston (brother of John Mercer Langston, the first Black American to be elected to public office). He attended Central High School in Cleveland, Ohio, where he began writing poetry in the eighth grade.

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