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.)
I’m a real fan of water droplets in a macro. Lovely, V.J. ❤
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Thanks Olga – they are so intriguing.
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All are so beautifully captured!
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Thanks, Amy.
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Love your opener this week VJ
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Thanks Tina
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Birds, flowers and dew drops – what more is there to ask for? Lovely.
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Not much…thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thanks
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so refreshing
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Thank you!
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