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At first it falls like ash, a dusting that blurs and softens. Shades of grey that mute and hide, a world unmade. Later a heaviness descends muffling, a deadening silence. All is white, a blanket covering mistakes once made but […]

Enchantment falters, in the face of despair as contentment leaves us, alone with regret. Let down and forgotten, the luster of illusion gives way to grim reality, reflected in defeat. Fortune lost to mistrust, as lies told in defense of

Pride comes before a fall. Proverb There is a moment: sense (of self and worth) expands, and teeters on the edge of self-importance. There is a moment: pulse (of airs and graces) heightens, and quivers on the brink of pretension.

When all is said and done, and all our stories silenced, what will history remember of battles won, and lost?

Start. As you mean to go on. As you mean to be. Take a moment to choose a direction to take. Don’t worry too much about which way is best. Just begin. Anywhere.

It’s the lively crunch of snow and the sparkle of lights It’s jolly red noses and cold toes, warmed by roaring fires It’s the cheerful smell of hot chocolate and the taste of mince pies It’s precious moments savoured, full

Courage in the fear and the art of living Courage in the spirit and the heart of giving

The noise has a heart that beats staccato as it surrounds and isolates. It is brash and it is reckless, and I am excluded in retreat, from the raucous din of competing chatter.