I try to open my eyes and see with the searching eyes of a child,
When I go strolling along the road, or even into the wild.
Sometimes I return from my walk, refreshed but empty-handed.
Other times the treasures appear, as if they were commanded.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust
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Published by Connie L Cousins
I was a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist for 40 years with a side passion for writing--poems, journals, etc. I now write for a weekly newspaper and have published essays and stories. As a trained Stephen Minister, I have picked up a lot of knowledge about humans, especially myself. I hope my writings will help others. I am a mother to four and grandmother to nine. I hope to see you all on my blog. If I'm not there, I am probably reading!
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