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  • I had listened to some awesome advice from some very high calibre writers, but walking through the courtyard I wondered what I had learned during my recent past that would be worth sharing.

    The answer was there in front of me. I had gotten me through some tough times and taught me a view of the world that was affirming and connective. I look about myself always these days, for the moment, the now, to appreciate the little things in living with all it's highs and lows.

    I took time to take a photo of the flower in the rain to tweet out my own small piece of wisdom to my fellow writers at the festival.

    "Always find time to stop and smell the flowers."

    That's the phrase I call it by. But it doesn't have to be flowers. It just has to be noticing what's there and worthwhile. What's beautiful or ugly in the world. It's a kind of compassion, at least that's what it feels like to me.

    "Always find time to stop and smell the flowers."

    Then, I thought, there will always be something worth writing about.
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