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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 05:14:00 +0000

Every step is a miracle
And we’re never alone
Those we love walk beside us
And the journey goes on...

From the poem "3 score and 10" by Tia Gow (Jan 2011)

This is our last Bumbleseed post for the time being. We hope you've enjoyed our words and pictures. Thanks for accompanying us on this leg of our journey. All the best.
Tia and Mike

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 05:14:00 +0000

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories...

Terry Mckay (Deborah Kerr) in
"An Affair To Remember" (1957)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 05:14:00 +0000

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet

From George Gordon, Lord Byron's "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (1812-1818)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 05:14:00 +0000

...Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day that dreaming ends...

Randy Crawford "One Day I'll Fly Away" (1972)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 05:14:00 +0000

...Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home...

Bill Withers "Ain't No Sunshine" (1972)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 05:14:00 +0000

Maya: "... it's a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes..."

From the brilliant film
"Sideways" by Alexander Payne (2004)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 05:14:00 +0000

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient.
It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

Wise words from Winnie the Pooh in Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by "A.A. Milne" (1882-1956)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 05:14:00 +0000

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks,
is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands.
Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit,
the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares,
and the slavery of Home, man feels once more happy.

Sir Richard Francis Burton (1821 -1890)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 05:14:00 +0000

I bounced into Wellington
Viewed the town through windswept hair...

From "NZ" by Tia Gow (Nov 2010)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 05:14:00 +0000

Karen Blixen: Perhaps he knew, as I did not,
that the Earth was made round
so that we would not see too far down the road.

From the Sydney Pollack film "Out of Africa" (1985)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 25 Nov 2010 05:14:00 +0000

...every time a bell rings,
an angel gets his wings...

From the Frank Capra classic
"It's A Wonderful Life" (1946)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 05:14:00 +0000

...Up where the girls fly
On ribbons and bows,
Where babies float by
Just counting their toes...

From the song "Wonderful Baby" by Don McLean (1975)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 05:14:00 +0000

... And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me...

From the song "Angels" by Robbie Williams (1997)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:14:00 +0000

I’m the shifting sands
Waves on the shore
A leaf caught in the breeze
I‘m a rock in the surge
Sun, moon and stars
The roots that feed the trees

A poem "Who am I?" by Tia Gow (Oct 2010)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 04:14:00 +0000

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind...

From the song "Blowin' in the wind" by Bob Dylan (1963)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 04:14:00 +0000

A million tiny things
decide our mutual fate
A hidden scent
Implicit devotion
A look of recognition
discernible only to the heart

A poem by Tia Gow (Oct 2010)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 04:14:00 +0000

Boundaries. Borders. Distances.
Don’t exist.
No limits – nor land to cross.
No other boundary but our imagination
No borders, just the edge of our hearts
The only distance between you and me
the in-road to our souls.

A poem by Tia Gow (Oct 2005)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 04:14:00 +0000

My cold hands in your pockets
Your warm breath on my face
We stand amid the debris of summer
And give thanks for autumn’s grace

A poem by Tia Gow (October 2010)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 04:14:00 +0000

Paula McFadden: I thought you said you were decent.
Elliot Garfield: I am decent. I also happen to be naked.

From the film "Goodbye Girl" by Neil Simon (1977)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 04:14:00 +0000

...Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...

From "The Way We Were" sung by Barbra Streisand (1973)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 04:14:00 +0000

Summer's over, days grow darker
Leaves fall from the trees
Puddles in the gutters
A chill in the breeze ...

From "New beginnings" by Tia Gow (Sept 2010)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 04:14:00 +0000

She holds his hand in hers
Her finger tracing a line
Over its bony peaks
Down ridges of veins
Flowing like blue rivers
Across a valley of gossamer skin...

From "Letting Go" by Tia Gow (Sept 2010)

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noreply@blogger.com (Mike) — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 05:11:00 +0000

...So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go...

From the song "Leaving on a Jet Plane" by John Denver (1966)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 04:14:00 +0000

dreams 4/4

...Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true...

From the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" sung by Judy Garland in the film The Wizard of Oz (1939)

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noreply@blogger.com (Tia) — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 04:14:00 +0000

dreams 3/4

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep...

From the poem "When You Are Old" by W.B. Yeats (1865-1939)