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Nan is a 49 year old married from Isle of Wight, Make A Left, England, UK.

"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience." ~Pierre Teilhard de Chardin~

Flickr: Photos from theudric: Sep 18, 2006 7:13am (1 review) photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/theudric/; ~One Love~

One love, one love,
to have, to hold.

To choose this love, is one's own plight,
keep up the battle, keep up the fight.

One to have, one to hold.

The path is long with many turns just out of sight,
the heart will know which one is right.

One to have, one to hold.

The choice is clear, so very clear,
when looking at the end I fear.

One to have, one to hold.

That out of reach, and yet so near....
one love to have, one love to hold.

Flickr: Photos from arianta: Sep 18, 2006 6:47am (1 review) photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/75434641@N0...; ~Let's save the World~

~I love trees!~

I enjoy this gentlemans work ... check it out

Flickr: Photos from Martin LaBar: Sep 18, 2006 6:32am photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/martinlabar...; ~In the Wood~
I heard the water-fall rejoice
singing like a choir,
I saw the sun flash out of it
Azure and amber fire.

The earth was like an open flower
enamelled and arrayed,
the path I took to find it's heart
fluttered with sun and shade.

Sara Teasdale

*excerpt from the poem "in the wood"

Flickr: Photos from clickykbd: Sep 17, 2006 12:49pm (1 review) photography, camera-toss http://www.flickr.com/photos/clickykbd/

m y p h o t o s q u a r e: Sep 17, 2006 11:53am (2 reviews) photography http://www.myphotosquare.com/; ~we drank the sadness~

Come! !
Solitude, my friend
Accompany me tonight.
come! !
sit to my side
and bring your glass and pour in it
the sadness of solitary hearts.

Take their tears, put yours and take mine.
Let�s allow them to ferment a while
until they are converted into wine,
that tonight I want to get drunk
with the wine of sadness.

Tonight, in your company, I'll not only
drink your sadness and the sadness of world
but, rather, I�ll get drunk myself with my heart�s sadness
and the solitude of my soul.

Come solitude!
Let�s leave to walk and let�s scream to the world
that tonight we drank its sadness
and the drunkenness of the sadness
in happiness it finished! !

ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA
(MARZO 26 DE 1952 / BUENAVENTURA - COLOMBIA)

StumbleUpon - linksavesthedays web site reviews and blog: Sep 15, 2006 8:27pm (1 review) stumblers http://linksavestheday.stumbleupon.com/; Hey linsavestheday! Welcome!
Congrats on your son's first bday!
I hope you are likin' your SU experience!
Happy stumblin' from one Wisconsinite to another!

photo-eye | Gaylen Morgan: Sep 15, 2006 4:45pm (1 review) photography http://www.photoeye.com/Gallery/forms/in...; ~~~Still Waters~~~

Still waters run deep or so they say
A life that wanders day by day
To seek a form to give direction
A past now gone beyond correction

A future masked by mists of time
Reverberate in thoughts of rhyme
Of deeds now done and in the past
To embrace that which you hope will last

An altered being a change in life
Freedom from the stress and strife
Tease the soul enwrapped in sorrow
Beguiling that which comes tomorrow.

Graham Jones

StumbleUpon - MelancholySouls web site reviews and blog: Sep 15, 2006 3:36pm (267 reviews) stumblers http://melancholysoul.stumbleupon.com/; When you can feel the emotion pouring out of a soul
when viewing a stumblers page, that is a true gift.
When that soul can speak of sadness to an extreme of
such deep lows, to happiness of such deep highs,
that is a soul in torment ...
if I could do anything, if I could give to another soul,
the peace they deserve, free from any sadness,
this I would do for MelancholySoul.
I'm glad that she stumbled my way, for my life has
been enriched and moved by her spirit.

TrekEarth | Bagan Photo: Sep 14, 2006 7:11pm (1 review) photography http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Asia/My...; ~Distant Time~

I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.
I know not only why today my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.

Rabindranath Tagore

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