Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Some days I really miss being a kid, usually on hot summer ones. 🙂 Looks like they are having so much fun! Thanks for joining the challenge!
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What fun photos! ❤
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thanks, Olga – love these little ones.
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Wonderful! Children at play…such a joy.
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Thanks!
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Adorable… I miss it too!
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Thanks, Lana
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