IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
I agree wholeheartedly VJ! Lovely peek into your world
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Thanks, Tina!
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These are so heartwarming–I especially loved seeing you and Ric, what a blessing!
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Thanks…definitely my blessings.
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🙂 🙂 ❤
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Love the family pix.
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Thanks Keith.
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Such joyful photos! Celebrations of love 🙂
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Thanks.
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“no greater celebration than when loved ones gather”, the gatherings are so beautifully captured.
Thank you so much for sharing these precious moments with us.
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You are welcome.
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