The stillness is contagious. The pohutukawa trees are still. Their blossoms scream stillness. The grey clouds barely move. I am still. Typed words rebounding on the line. Like a therapeutic stone skimming a still pond.
Embracing Stillness: The Pohutukawa
Life at No. 22 
“Contagious silence” – I love it!
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Thanks, Ju-Lyn and thankfully some things can be contagiously good for us.
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Yes! I heard decades ago that we might try spreading “good gossip”!
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Wow… “Like a therapeutic stone
skimming a still pond.”
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Thanks Martha, pleased you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful images! Stillness is hard to capture – Bravo!
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Cheers, Eilene, I appreciate your comment.
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I sometimes fear stillness, Suzanne. Activity is easier to get lost in.
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I can fully understand that fear. Tiredness, being rundown and the need for time out is when stillness is the most enjoyable.
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Just beautiful, Suzanne.
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Thanks very much, Cathy, still learning 🙂
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Both beautiful photograph and poem
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Thanks very much, Derrick.
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I feel the calmness. And what a beautiful pohutukawa flower. The best of all Christmas trees.
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Agreed, that the best Christmas tree is the Pohutukawa. We are so fortunate to have a few near us and I find them cheerful to view from our window/balcony. They have blossomed early this year supposedly an indication of a hot summer.
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Gorgeous
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Thanks, Bridgette.
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Thank you for reminding me we live on a glorious oblate spheroid with warmth on the other side!
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Haha, you’re welcome, though I’m sure to be over about the heat by the end of February 🌞
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