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Childhood, Wisdom
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March 12, 2010
6 views What have we done to our children, that they no longer are allowed to be children? Cossetted, protected, given everything, encouraged to gow up and mature so quickly. Yet their innocence rather than being in the majority taken by predators is corrupted in the home if not by abusive adults then by the abuses of disallowing their childhood by subtle means. The Tv, Gaming and networking...
Posted by jonathan
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Childhood, Featured Articles
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February 23, 2009
590 views Help…..no really…. help! I need this marks and spencer soft bunny rabbit for my daughter, we only have one and twice now have nearly lost it, and then she doesn’t sleep properly. I found one on ebay but someone was willing to pay a hell of a lot to outbid me, probably for the same reason.
My daughter was given a number of beautiful and high quality, expensive soft toys...
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Baby
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December 6, 2008
77 views
So the baby now 20 months was a great sleep, we had her in a great routine and she went down easily slept through the night and woke up in good temper. Then suddenly this stopped, she began not wanting to go to bed, waking in the night calling for mummy. Towards the middle of the first week we bought Gina Fords complete sleep guid and tried to put it in practise. By the end of the week w...
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Development
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February 10, 2006
1 views Jung and the Two Types of Patients
I once read that Jung said he had only two types of patients…the ordinary that wished to be extraordinary and the extraordinary that wished to be ordinary….in some way it was an inspiration for this site, a celebration of the wisdom of the ordinary.
The site started as a joke, which is often the way we chose to express ourselves when we are u...
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Words Of Inspiration
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February 4, 2006
20 views John Clare
I heard a radio play about John Clare and was fascinated by both his poetic grace and his life as a world turned upside down…
I am! Yet what I am none cares or knows.
By John Clare
Written in Northampton County Asylum
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious h...
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