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.)
The maple leaf always signals autumn for me! The colors are always gorgeous.
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Yes they are!
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Come East and bring autumn with you! 🍁🍂
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I’d say yes, except we’re still going south.
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Change the GPS, or just lean a little lol Can’t say I blame you, heading for warmth!
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Hoping to head east in the summer….
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Ooooh, Marvelous!
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Thank you.
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Most welcome.
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Nice oak leaves for today 😀
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Thanks
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