When I started this blog back in January 2015, I was looking for a place to be creative, somewhere I could post poetry and short stories as well as assorted other items.
Most importantly, it was a place where I could keep these types of articles separate from my primary blog – Clare & Dean. That blog (after all) was solely about Our Trip of a Lifetime traveling around Australia, and my thoughts along the way.
With our trip now (all but) completed, the time has come for a new phase, a new approach to ‘How’ and ‘Where” I post my thoughts and creativity.
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I’ve loved every minute of sharing my thoughts about our adventure, the places we found ourselves lost, and the fun we had along the way. I especially loved sharing photos of our amazing country.
Equally, I’ve loved every minute of being creative, writing poetry and a few short stories, as well as trying my hand at submitting entries in the weekly WordPress Photography Challenges.
I’ve given it a lot of thought and I’ve tried to be creative in combining Clare & Dean and My Creative Cosmos and in doing so I’ve come up with . . .
A Galaxy of Thoughts and Creativity
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Thank you for supporting me and following my journey of discovery.
I look forward to continuing to share my thoughts and creativity.
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She always knew she was different, the White Cow Called Lucky, after all, the other cows in the herd were dark. Not black and not dark brown like dirt, but almost the colour of the leaves as they wither and fall from the eucalyptus trees in paddock.
No, the White Cow Called Lucky wasn’t brown at all, she wasn’t the colour of the falling leaves. She was the colour of the tree trunk, that hard stoic white part of the tree that stands tall and holds the leaves before they died. Continue reading The White Cow Called Lucky→
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