TheWanderingPaddy

TheWanderingPaddy

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  • Climb the mountains and get their good tidings - John Muir [Poem]
    “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”


    ― John Muir

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    1 min
  • I love her in a language I do not understand [Poem]

    I love her in a language I do not understand

     in words my lips lack the courage to speak

    I love her in the stolen seconds

    the moments after hitting snooze where the soft morning light spills over her skin

    and I love her in the vibrance of her laughter

    how it leaps from her chest and slows me to a crawl

    loving her is letting go-- of all assumptions all fears

    breaking free of the demons that built up my walls

    and loving her is giving in

    it is overwhelming and terrifying and thrilling how her eyes rip me open and leave me exposed stripped of pride and the comfort of seclusion

    and loving her is simple….

    it is the steadiness of her breath as her fingers trace maps on my skin

    it is the closeness and the comfort-- her body folding into mine until I do not know where hers ends and I begin.

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    2 min
  • “I know things about you and would beg to differ.” [Book Extract]

    “I know things about you and would beg to differ.” He said, letting his words trail off as he kissed her neck. Having this secret off her chest-- and knowing that he still accepted and loved her unconditionally was all she needed to hear. She was his, all his. Her body went lax with cooperation.

    “Okay” she whispered in his ear, arms locked around his neck steam rising from her shoulders. He took her consent without hesitation and stood lifting them both water falling as if they were a ship departing the sea. Laughing, she wrapped her legs around him as he boldly stepped out of the tub arms around her, water pouring all over the tile. Giggling, she held tight like a little koala bear, as he slogged across the bedroom carpet and tossed her onto the bed. Seeing her skin prickle from the cold, he decided to lay over her to warm her up, his eyes dancing.

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    2 min
  • We're born alone, we die alone -[Poem]

    We're born alone, we die alone

    and in between, we spend our lives looking, for something eh connection

    that's all we want

    every once in a while we might find it, in a true friend

     many friendships will come only to fade-- as quickly as a firework but some,

    a rare and precious few

    turn life up to 11 and keep it there

    you gotta hold on to friends like these because, just like air, you'll miss them when they're gone

    no one else gets it but they do

    cause-- they know what's in your soul, your heart, your mind,

    they can blind side you come out of nowhere but you'll know them right away you'll click

    as perfectly as a Jack plug into an amp

    they’ll know what you're thinking before you've thought it

    anticipating your every move, they'll understand the demons, as well as the angels inside of you never judging you for it either

    and together-- you'll uncage a thrill that makes you surge with life

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    2 min

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A collection of Short Stories, Affirmations and Quotes to relax, meditate and fall asleep too. Delivered in a soothing Irish (Dublin) accent. Including Inspirational Short Stories and tales of…