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OASES: Places of Rest

By Margo, on February 19th, 2010%

Before you start shouting “spelling”, let me explain.  The word “oases” is the plural for the word “oasis”.  And just what is an oasis you might ask.  Well, the New Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines oasis as “a fertile or green area in an arid region”.

I’m sure you can all conjure up an illustration from some book you have read or a movie you have seen at some time in your past.  A vast stretch of yellow desert seeming never to end, unfolding under the scorching midday sun.  A straggling line of over-burdened camels plodding through the heat, ridden by dark-skinned . . . → Read More: OASES: Places of Rest

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Musing: The Muse Has Been Gone – Again!

By Margo, on November 25th, 2009%

So I have been in a Muse-less slump again.  Inspiration has not been my companion, days have passed and my fingers have not felt the urge to run eagerly across the keyboard of my computer.  There has been no “de-pression” and I have not sighed deeply, mournfully,  every time I walked past lap-top.

I no longer struggle with feeling inadequate or as if I “should” be writing, no matter what.  I am totally comfortable with the fact that there are periods when inspiration pours down on me and through me like the waters in a continuously gushing fountain.  And there . . . → Read More: Musing: The Muse Has Been Gone – Again!

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Musings: Sabbath with Georgina

By Margo, on July 21st, 2009%

 

I met Georgina at night school.  It was one of those courses being offered to people who had been away from school and study for some time and were considering going back to college.  She was a few years younger than me and not sure of her path in life.  I’d been “lost” for so many years I’m not sure I’d have recognized my path if I saw it!  But I was trying; I mean I was at night school, no?

I’m not exactly sure how we came to be friends.  There were about twenty five of us in . . . → Read More: Musings: Sabbath with Georgina

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