Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest emotions I come to the river hoping to imbibe, to be intoxicated in her presence I come to the river to be revived.
A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I wiled away hours hidden deep beneath summer canopies – maple, beech and willow – listened for whispers on the wind, searched for treasure on rocky creek bottom. Years since our […]
Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying me and I feel the fear in his caring grip. My daughter, ever compassionate, reaches out for me with horror-filled eyes as my body crumples onto the bed. My husband, […]
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Beautiful watercolor! Create away 😉
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Thanks, Dorinda.
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My pleasure
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I know the feeling. I am off in a million directions, it seems. I have to keep reigning myself in to a focus point. When I do start to focus, I wonder…why so much control over my “ponderings”. Que sera, sera. Happy Creating, my friend! BTW I love your watercolor…I’m thinking I should pull mine out today…been awhile. (Squirrel…lol…and I’m off focus again.)
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Ha ha ha ….love it!
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