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.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
Some times local is better. Enjoy! When are you going?
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We are spending the winter in Texas. I had to fly home for my Mom. Headed back shortly
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There’s no place like home VJ 😊. Enjoy Texas!
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I sure do!
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I enjoy looking at photos and reading the text as well. Where was the last shot taken?
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Mustang Island on the Gulf Coast of Texas.
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Good to have an escape plan this time of year.
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It sure is!
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Beautifully expressed through your photos and words, VJ!
Glad to hear Texas has captured your heart.
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Thanks, Amy. It sure has!
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Beautiful words and pictures…
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Thanks, Bee!
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