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And here it is, the first post in a new blog home.
All I want to say is Welcome. Feel free to explore.
Hit the three-lines icon above the blog header on the LEFT to reveal the sidebar.
There are several 'rooms' to visit. 
Many are pretty bare, but I have only just moved in, 
so bear with me, and over the coming weeks and months, I know they'll fill up.
My hope is to post at least once a week on matters important to me - art, books, poetry, etc. - I want 2018 to be the year I really focus on my writing, and I'm using this to help me.
I'm not a great planner, preferring to let the days unfold - and with my health issues, best-laid plans usually go awry, anyway. But I do like this format - the overall yearly plan broken down into weekly and monthly sections, with spaces for reflection...
do like making ROOM for reflection 😊

And I'll close this first post with a favourite poem - perfect for a new blog, and a new year:

Blessing for a New Beginning
In out-of-the-way places of the heart, 
Where your thoughts never think to wander, 
This beginning has been quietly forming, 
Waiting until you were ready to emerge. 
For a long time it has watched your desire, 
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you, 
Noticing how you willed yourself on, 
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown. 
It watched you play with the seduction of safety 
And the grey promises that sameness whispered, 
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent, 
Wondered would you always live like this. 
Then the delight, when your courage kindled, 
And out you stepped onto new ground, 
Your eyes young again with energy and dream, 
A path of plenitude opening before you. 
Though your destination is not yet clear 
You can trust the promise of this opening; 
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning 
That is at one with your life’s desire. 
Awaken your spirit to adventure; 
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk; 
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
 For your soul senses the world that awaits you. 
~John O’Donohue~


Marcheline said…
The Hidden Room
- by Isabella Valancy Crawford

I marvel if my heart,
Hath any room apart,
Built secretly its mystic walls within;
With subtly warded key.
Ne'er yielded unto me--
Where even I have surely never been.

Ah, surely I know all
The bright and cheerful hall
With the fire ever red upon its hearth;
My friends dwell with me there,
Nor comes the step of Care
To sadden down its music and its mirth.

Full well I know as mine,
The little cloister'd shrine
No foot but mine alone hath ever trod;
There come the shining wings--
The face of one who brings
The pray'rs of men before the throne of God.

And many know full well,
The busy, busy cell,
Where I toil at the work I have to do,
Nor is the portal fast,
Where stand phantoms of the past,
Or grow the bitter plants of darksome rue.

I know the dainty spot
(Ah, who doth know it not?)
Where pure young Love his lily-cradle made;
And nestled some sweet springs
With lily-spangled wings--
Forget-me-nots upon his bier I laid.

Yet marvel I, my soul,
Know I thy very whole,
Or dost thou hide a chamber still from me?
Is it built upon the wall?
Is it spacious? is it small?
Is it God, or man, or I who holds the key?
beccagivens said…
Welcome to your new blog!! Happy New Year -- may it roll out with ease and grace!
Lynn Holland said…
Wonderful blog name and layout. I love your ideas. Well done Claire
Lynn x

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