xx samaritans need shells apparently

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  1. Andrea

    August 18, 2010 at 6:05 pm

    Your shells are wonderful.

  2. Big Bill

    August 22, 2010 at 11:41 am

    The referred glow

    From surrounding hills

    Softens the moist lines

    Of a curving shore

    Phosphorescent droplets


    Into an early morning

    Fishing net

    I’m led from the mango tree

    By the hand of a child

    To stand knee deep

    In azure blue waters

    Our fingers

    Searching the web

    We are all

    Children of the Sun

  3. Athene

    August 30, 2010 at 11:13 pm

    With your shell that is a shell, and not a shell, but a sphere of light around you to allow you to see and feel but not absorb, and be the best help you can be. I give you a poem to read. Lots of love Athene x

    ps – I dream’t we had a conversation, you and me, the other night. It was lovely to see you.

    “There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life. There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine. O traveler, if you are in search of That, don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.” – Rumi

  4. Di

    September 2, 2010 at 9:48 am

    Your shells bring back child hood memories
    of Jersey – wonderful…

    Sea shell, sea shell,
    Sing a song for me;
    Sing about the ocean,
    Tell me about the sea.

    Sea shell, sea shell,
    When I hold you near,
    I can hear the ocean
    Whispering in my ear.

  5. Lou

    September 3, 2010 at 12:09 pm

    To continue the Samaritan theme:-
    Ten Tired Tortoises, by Paul King

    One tired tortoise, plodding in the Karoo,
    He bumped into another one and that made two.
    Two tired tortoises, resting by a tree,
    along came another one, and that made three.
    Three tired tortoises, with feet feeling sore
    along came another one, and that made four.
    Four tired tortoises, just trying to survive,
    along came another one, and that made five.
    Five tired tortoises, in a thirsty fix,
    along came another one, and that made six.
    Six tired tortoises, wished they were in Devon,
    along came another one, and that made seven.
    Seven tired tortoises, getting quite irate,
    along came another one, and that made eight.
    Eight tired tortoises, starting to decline,
    along came another one, and that made nine.
    Nine tired tortoises, prayed and said ‘Amen’,
    along came another one, and that made ten.
    Ten tired tortoises drinking at a well, then
    each one yawned and said Goodnight, and slipped
    into his shell.


  6. Jo

    September 6, 2010 at 12:58 pm

    Argh!! Lou, I like 🙂

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