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Andrew M Ferrell April 12, 2015 at 12:08 pm Are we the sum total of our experiences? Thoughts to ponder. Thank you for sharing. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply ↓
kristenlem April 12, 2015 at 12:11 pm perfect … a reminder to be present … thank you! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply ↓
Kurt Brindley Post authorApril 14, 2015 at 5:08 pm We are who we think we are. My past informs me – it doesn’t define me. LikeLike Reply ↓
Maria Jansson Photography April 12, 2015 at 1:07 pm Beautiful, and the photo is just perfect! Well said. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Aimer Boyz April 12, 2015 at 1:34 pm Reblogged this on aimerboyz and commented: Kurt’s poem is a magical elixir. One second, I was the ramshackle barn in the picture. The next, I was smiling. All it took was 27 words. Thanks, Kurt :) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Aimer Boyz April 12, 2015 at 1:37 pm I think your poem just saved my day :) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Kurt Brindley Post authorApril 14, 2015 at 5:10 pm Nothing is more rewarding to me to know that my words have a positive influence. Thank you for rewarding me so, friend. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Rosa Ave Fénix April 12, 2015 at 3:02 pm Both are part of our lives…. past and we have to go on…. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Kurt Brindley Post authorApril 14, 2015 at 5:11 pm Exactly. Our past should inform us, not define us. LikeLike Reply ↓
intrepidmuses April 12, 2015 at 7:25 pm “We are not the sum of our weaknesses and failures; we are the sum of the Father’s love for us and our real capacity to become the image of his Son”. JPII Great piece Kurt! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
D. Wallace Peach April 12, 2015 at 10:13 pm Great poem and a real choice. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Kurt Brindley Post authorApril 14, 2015 at 5:13 pm Choice is the gift of life. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
erindon April 13, 2015 at 10:12 am Excellent spiritual reminder, Kurt. Kudos. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Milanka J Sullivan April 14, 2015 at 2:11 am Reblogged this on ARTSPEAK CENTRAL and commented: Thought provoking… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Dream with the Dreamers April 14, 2015 at 5:54 pm powerful https://dreamwiththedreamers.wordpress.com/ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
jbcamera April 15, 2015 at 8:52 am Great poem, and I do love a barn with character! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Kurt Brindley Post authorApril 15, 2015 at 10:30 am You might like it here then…I kinda got a thing for barns. LikeLike Reply ↓
writeitdown May 25, 2015 at 1:10 pm It’s sad how people define themselves for all they’re not… Nice poem LikeLike Reply ↓
Are we the sum total of our experiences? Thoughts to ponder. Thank you for sharing.
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We are who we think we are.
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perfect … a reminder to be present … thank you!
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Yes. Exactly.
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Both/and, not either/or.
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We are who we think we are. My past informs me – it doesn’t define me.
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Beautiful, and the photo is just perfect! Well said.
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Thank you, Maria.
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Kurt’s poem is a magical elixir. One second, I was the ramshackle barn in the picture. The next, I was smiling. All it took was 27 words. Thanks, Kurt :)
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I think your poem just saved my day :)
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Nothing is more rewarding to me to know that my words have a positive influence. Thank you for rewarding me so, friend.
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Both are part of our lives…. past and we have to go on….
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Exactly. Our past should inform us, not define us.
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“We are not the sum of our weaknesses and failures; we are the sum of the Father’s love for us and our real capacity to become the image of his Son”.
JPII
Great piece Kurt!
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Thank you, my friend.
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Great poem and a real choice.
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Choice is the gift of life.
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Excellent spiritual reminder, Kurt. Kudos.
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Thank you, erindon.
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Thought provoking…
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powerful
https://dreamwiththedreamers.wordpress.com/
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Great poem, and I do love a barn with character!
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You might like it here then…I kinda got a thing for barns.
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It’s sad how people define themselves for all they’re not…
Nice poem
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