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Silver Thread
One sentence only In one sentence, how has your week been? Did you give yourself permission?
Silver Thread
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@Lauren Kinghorn Hey Dahl - let me ask you this question around the issue of these chores being ' hard work" - what would it take for you to see this differently? By the way - it seems like you redeemed more than one permission slip.
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@Silver Ramsay I am always so grateful for PQ which has brought this perception of seeing the Gifts and Opportunities in situations that would in past would have left me feeling slayed.
Silver Thread
Tiny joy What’s one tiny thing that made you smile recently?
Silver Thread
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Sitting on my comfy chair in the sun, watching the tiny bee going about it's daily task of being a Bee, collecting pollen, so busy. Hopping from one small succulent flower to the next, never stopping too long. I marvelled at it's natural industrious integrity. So tiny, able to achieve so much as part of the natural world's eco system. What a pleasure to witness.
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Nice trendy leopard print blanket - Smart dog indeed.
Silver Thread
Page mood What kind of page would suit you today? Blank page Messy page Soft page Honest page Angry page Tiny page
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@Silver Ramsay where is the laughing emoji. I will go for the honest page. Had to take a scrupulous look at a client relationship and project tasks today, to gain clarity about the way forward.
Gathered Gold: "Bones" - Odyssey -
This week, as we sit with the theme of taking your power back, I wanted to share a poem called Bones. This poem almost made me cry when I wrote it. I don’t know how many times I have had to walk through fire, feel burned, or be reduced to ash by life’s casual atrocities. I think many of us know that feeling in some way. Everyone has war wounds, battle scars, burns. We can be hurt to the bone, and we can also love someone to their bones. I wanted to embody that feeling in this poem. Life is full of emotion, and those emotions need somewhere to rest. Even when the fires try to reduce us to ash, our bones still remember. They carry the light of experience, of knowing, of love. Even when love hurts, it was still love. Bones My bones are not mine. They belong to you. Metacarpal - I reach out, touch your soft parts. Spine - I feel your curve behind. Ribs - a guard against free will. Femur - I ran when I could no longer stay. Stirrup - the tiny beat after all. Scorched remains, charred from fires deep, blackened from smouldering ash. Splintered, cracked, ground to dust, recast, reset. The bones inside don’t forget. They grow in toughened sinew. Wisdom in flames. Burning bone-white, dance through the dark. For today’s Gathered Gold, I invite you to sit with this thought: What has life taught you that now lives in your bones? A one-word answer is more than enough. A sentence is lovely too. Share only what feels right today. I’ll go first in the comments.
Gathered Gold: "Bones" - Odyssey -
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In answer to your question "What has life taught you that now lives in your bones?" My reply is " how long is a piece of string?" I had to wonder while reading this poem, if you are aware of the life processes of South Africa's national flower, The Protea and all its variants? The protea is one of nature's most beautiful wonders, grown mostly on mountainous areas in the Western Cape Province. It is glorious to behold and can flower both on and off the tree for much longer than most flowers. It holds it seeds close, wrapped up so to speak. The only way the seeds can be spread for reproduction, is by way of fire. The heat of the fire enables it to release the seeds so that the next generation of its kind can hit the ground and take root. The plantation fires aren't started deliberately, but when they do happen, it's path isn't destruction but reproduction and continuation of the species. I wonder - could this be a necessity of development and growth for the human to endure, in order to become a healthy human collective? I am including two links to Team SA's win for their " Life after Fire" exhibition at the Royal Chelsea Flower Show 2026. https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=4453944511551517 https://tinywebs.site/HVPTUW
Wordcore - Hygge
This week’s word is hygge - hoo-gah. It means warmth, comfort, belonging, and simple contentment. For this week’s empowerment theme, I’m thinking of hygge as the feeling of becoming a safe place for yourself. This week’s wordcore prompt Think about a time when you needed to create comfort, steadiness, or ease for yourself, it may have been during a difficult time, a quiet moment alone, or even in a small everyday way that only you knew. If nothing specific comes to mind, imagine what comfort could look like for you now. What would you need? What would softness or safety feel like in your life?
Wordcore - Hygge
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Interesting that word and its meaning and applications. At one time in the world of interiors, creating a Hygge space was a trend, which accompanied the Scandi trend of interior. I could never completely relate to that word, because Scandi interiors are very much an acquired taste and trend. Within the natural textures and colours of Scandi Interiors, with its leaning towards softer natural spaces, minimal clutter etc - one was meant to find a space of comfort and just to be. My version of interior comfort, space to be etc didn't align with Scandi. So I kinda avoided this word Hygge. Time to recontextualise and personalise it me thinks.
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Rose McClement
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Hi I'm Rose MC Clement, living in Cape Town South Africa. Mom of two adult daughters, their husbands, & gran to six grandies. Beauty is

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Joined Mar 10, 2026