Do we have to be awayto find home? Not the mortgagedtwo cars in the drivewaydouble-income kind of dwelling I’m talking peacein the heart, comfortin the soul, blessed home I have felt Presencein nature, witnessed Spiritin a newborn’s eyes beheld reverence in a dyingsister’s final breath – fleetingglimpses, nothing solid I seek an eternal senseof belonging, […]
To compensate for the obnoxiousexuberanceof my flameI attemptto oversimplify Oh dear!Seems I’ve failedagain… (As a young woman, obnoxious was the word beaus used when breaking up with me. The poem says the rest. Art my own.)
It’s Monday again –days passing throughmy hands like sand,no receptacle in whichto catch the granules –why this sense of urgency? In high school, I played hookywiped away the hours in emptyplaces, sought answers forquestions I could not articulate,chased dust while other formulateddreams – how is this any different? Am I not just recreating the pattern,painting […]
Love the Buchart gardens photo
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Such a beautiful spot. Do you know it?
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Unfortunately not
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A series of diversity. Love the flowers and the landscape of course – but wow your granddaughter’s patterns! Wild and untamed!
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Yes, she is. Thanks Leya
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LOL For your granddaughters patterns!
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We should all be so free.
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Your granddaughter’s attire looks much like my blog. 😀 Great to see!
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Yes. I see that, ha ha.
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Keep sharing, stay motivated…
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Thank you for that encouragement.
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