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Where am I?   What is this strange place?
What am I dong here?   What am I seeking?

A Poem by Phillipa Brown

I should know this place. It's a familiar space. It was here right from the start. It was here before I came out of the birth canal. I learned everything from here. The first time I learned to cry, I did it from here.  I learned to see, speak and eat from here. I learned to comprehend....I learned to matriculate....mmm....ma-tri-cu-la-te...I learned to matriculate...mmmm.....I don't......ma-tri-cu-la-te.......

A question was asked....a discussion has started....I have to give feedback....I want to give feedback! I want to be part of the discussion....I know what I want to say but.....where are my words? Why are they hiding? Oh, dear!.....there they are! Whew! They showed up just in time. I open my mouth..........I know what I want to say but......Oh! Oh my!...that's not what I wanted to say?

What is this....this gibberish that is flowing out of my mouth? I sound like a blubbering idiot!......OOOH! I wish I hadn't opened my mouth! I want to disappear......

I am floating....floating....floating up..up.....It's a wonderful feeling! Higher and higher away from it all.

I feel the warm sunshine beating down on my face! I feel so comfortable here....lying on these beautiful soft clouds....my body cushioned and feeling safe. The birds are singing!

I can see a rainbow! I am happy here, there is no need to matriculate.....ma-tri-cu-la-te.....mmmmm.....

Are those fairies dancing on the clouds? I love this place!

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