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Logic, the container that lets you place all your emotions in order. Alone logic is neat but empty. It can explain, but lacks the warmth and meaning that makes life worthwhile.

Emotions without a holder, they roll around and make a mess at our feet. But they are a healthy staple and give our life spark, and sustaining energy.

None is better than the other. Neither is perfect in its understanding of reality. The ability to understand how they fit together? That is power.

I believe they were created to be partners within the human experience. What do you think?

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Six Word Story (66)

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Is it the flower, or the old car that is sad?

Perhaps they weep for each other as brothers in this world where all things have a beginning and an end.

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Egg Salad

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A crunch to spoil the
Creamy texture I spread thick.
Celery, too much.

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Six Word Story (65)

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Have you ever pulled a plant out of those flimsy plastic pots they start them in at greenhouses and garden departments? It always scares me when I do.

What if I damage the flower? What if I damage roots as I pull it from its home?

But the truth is, that little plant NEEDS to be pulled from the plastic, and planted in good earth. It won’t thrive confined like that, even surrounded by its siblings. That plastic tray was made to only be a safe starting place.

Don’t stay in your plastic pot. We are meant for so much more.

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Six Word Story (64)

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Campfires are one of my favorite things. As a little girl, I loved to char the end of a stick in the fire, and use it to write.

I didn’t realise the profound truth I was playing with. Often it’s out of destruction that we find the tools to create our greatest works of art. It comes with the accepting, the healing, and finally the drive to use what we have learned.

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Washed Out

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I found this poem from 2008 hiding in my files. It was written before I considered myself a writer, and before I ever dreamed of being a poet. I thought it would be fun to share it with all of you.

In fields of grey
and washed out rose,
Beneath a sky
in eternal repose,

Opposite a Rainbow,
its edges torn,
Beside a bramble
full of thorns,

While set against
a horizon, worn,
Laid across
a brook so forlorn,

Is a precious place
imprinted deep,
on wooden planking
where he sat to weep.

He watched
a little boat drift,
so far away
his last loving gift.

Carved from a branch
leaf for a sail,
it bobbed down stream
green foam on its tail.

The lady fair
he had dressed in moss,
her fragile wings
still held high aloft.

With her went his worlds
colour and life.
His soul skipped a beat
at this, his first strife.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (62)

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Honesty is beautiful. When it’s brutal, when it’s gentle, when it grieves, or when it stands on the borders of our perception, just waiting for us to look its way, it’s still beautiful.

May I never lose the love of honesty.

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Six Word Story (61)

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Dreams, it’s what we’re made of.

Even the ones that are never realized shine in our eyes. Don’t let them die. Finding new dreams after the first ones fade is strength.

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Six Word Story (59)

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We overlook small things. But it’s often the smallest things that hold the most power.

Atoms and molecules, snowflakes. Building blocks of unimaginable potential, and sometimes destruction.

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Six Word Story (58)

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Just existing in this world makes a stink. How often have we all wrinkled our noses at it?

But truly, each whiff of yuck comes with blessings. It tells a story of what you did or didn’t do that day.

Next time I smell that laundry pile, I will remind myself to be thankful for things done and stink well made.

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