Tag Archives: Now

NOW, NOW, NOW!

Now Now Now! Just give it here. . . I need it more than you do, anyhow! Take, take, take!– If I hear with attentive ear I notice, sure, that before long things get so, so heavy and woe add … Continue reading

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ONCE YOU GET STARTED

Drop the hesitation. . . Quit the tortured, stuck kvetch. . . And enter in your fluid process of creation– Dare let go the “How? How? How?”. . . Take one deep breath, inner centering, to allow, Think, “Ready, Set. … Continue reading

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THE NOW. WOW.

The now. Wow. Treat it like this is the only time you’ll ever see it. Love it, use it, for in a millisecond you are bound to lose it, But it’s the only moment you can ever have, so pay … Continue reading

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WHAT TO DO NEXT, YOU WONDERFUL YOU

Now! And yesterday?– Not here, no sense!– Leave that aside, direct more to the fore your eyes, for time is of the essence. . . Take your present power, take stock, look at that fence, and feel out, careful, plank … Continue reading

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THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

The moment of truth is NOW. No point in trying to make that which is hard and fast slack loose. . . your honesty is needed in every speck of life and time. . . your lies you sometimes tell … Continue reading

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THE TREASURY NOTE

It’s important to note, as you go through your day, almost by rote, that what once was a very rare pleasure has now become an everyday treasure.

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NOW IS THE TIME

Now is the time. . . but what of the space that’s layered with grime? and what of the grief whose final knell still aches to chime? what of the needs that never connected with the supplies with which, by … Continue reading

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