Realised I haven't posted any 'thinks' in a long, long while. So here are three, in no particular order, from my recent musings. #1 Today I caught with slipping fingers the filigree of hope. And I clasped at it with all I had to watch as it unfurled. #2
Pool Fence Dog Poo Grass Grow Chair Fade Cobweb Moss Dust Drudge Sweep Hope Graft Flower Sprout. #3 Weakness is all I offer. A humble down and out. Left over lingering of not enough-ness. And yet, somehow, it turns to brilliance. An offering of unimaginable worth. Just me and my lack held in the grip of grace. © Penny Reeve 2022 and 2023
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The Penny DropsIn high school I used to write what I'd call 'thinks' - little bits of writing about whatever topic or issue I was mulling over at the time. I still write these little pieces. Categories
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