Sometimes it really is just a Storm in a Tea Cup. Here is my version of this. Enjoy.
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Storm in a Tea Cup By Deirdre Powell
Feb 12 2012
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January 8th 2012 By Deirdre Powell
Neil Gaiman wrote on his blog for news years to make mistakes. “I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.” By Neil Gaiman
It moved me. He always does. His is one of the writers that can do that effortlessly though words. His imagination is endless and he holds no fear.
This year for me, so far, has pushed me in ways I never thought possible. It carried from last year when I decided to live without fear. Internal fear mind you. The kind you can’t fake or put a mask on. The kind where, only you, are responsible. It’s a terrible thing and brilliant thing to realize the only you hold the key to inner peace. One of my favorite quotes is “anxiety is excitement that didn’t take a breath” Quote Unknown. Therefore, here is to a year of just going for it. And remember it is just a journey in the end.
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Jan 7 2012 By Deirdre Powell
A dedication to 2011
I’ve seen illuminated hearts
And leprechauns dance.
Colorful eggs with gigantic white bunnies.
Monsters in the sea,
Shooting stars across the sky.
Lying on the beach looking at mountains full of snow
Hansel and Gretel Cottages
Fields of perfume
A heart that broke
From a women that called me Hans.
And a magic machine that makes stitches.
Flying in tin cans
Drinking from fish bowls.
Giant Snails and people spin with rags from roofs.
Fairytale creatures crawled out of night
Trees with balls
A bountiful table.
Hugs from missing family










