We climbed so highthis mountain of manmade obstacles – I remember the rage,no more than 9 –how helpless it felt a girl in a man’s worldbut I climbed anyway,we climbed anyway and, instead of a hand upwe get this? Patriarchybe damned! Your days arenumbered. Mark my words. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter. Image mine)
Consciousness commandsa shift of focus –tired of the clash of coloursstimulation overload –my muse is leaning towardsthe nuance of black and white A study of shadowsand shadingand how lightarouses the soul Speak to me in subtletiesshe whispersin tones suggestiveof hidden depths;I am listening And so I submerge myselfclear the palette of vibrant huesand take up […]
Too many bodiesencroach on peace;I lack boundaries,the self-worth required to assertneeds – dwell in basements,mind cluttered,external noiseobliterating me Backdoor providesescape, backyard,back gate… …freedomI disappearinto the quietof the wild:wooded sanctuary,flowing water,watchful eyesof birds overhead Here, I define self. (Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
Two very wonderful photos for this week. Thanks V.J. đŸ˜€
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And isn’t it wonderful that kids just go for it. Whatever color combination they want. Very sweet joy filled photo!
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Yes. Wish I had that bravado, lol. Thanks.
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