Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry 0 comments
Her scarred heart is hidden in an oubliette of regret and sorrow. Tomorrow she will live, love, feel. Today she must stay in this place of despair, where decay is the only increase, as she waits for release that never comes because nobody knows she is there.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Conquering Self Frustration 0 comments
We all get frustrated when things don’t turn out how we hope, or when our needs are not met.
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry power 0 comments
Power In your fairyland castle you sit enthroned calling your subjects to dance to the rhythm of your breath, remote, aloof, from the failing strength of fluttering wings that frantically flutter in death. Your enchantment fades with your magic words that no longer fix your people’s woes and flattering tongues choose not to see, and […]
Gill Wyatt Blog, Making a Difference 0 comments
It feels good to be trusted to do big tasks, talk to important people, or take charge of entire projects, but the real proof of our strength is in our ability to do small, seemingly unimportant things well.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Miscellaneous Blogs 0 comments
I don’t know how others feel, but I really don’t need teaching facts – I can read those for myself.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Conquering Self 0 comments
We all have opportunities in life but not everyone embraces them and runs with them.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Miscellaneous Blogs 0 comments
We often hear it said that our greatest strength can also be our greatest weakness, and we can see it in those around us.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Life's Journey 0 comments
I am amazed how many people say that they don’t care what others think but I’m equally amazed at how few people live that way.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Life's Journey 0 comments
When I’ve got a lot going on at one time I tend to lie awake at night imagining all the possible scenarios and how I will react to each one of them.
Gill Wyatt Blog, Miscellaneous Blogs 0 comments
We live in a busy world where people pride themselves on being constantly on the go and having to juggle many things in their lives just to survive, but I sometimes wonder what we are running from.
