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.)
Gorgeous! I don’t often see that deep blue color in nature. Thanks for sharing!
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No, me either. He was a one of. Had to capture it.
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Oh what a stunning blue color. Fabulous find and photo.
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Wow, that is so striking and rich in colour.
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Surely a sign that spring is coming.
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Hello indeed – and in the racer this is beautiful
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Thanks.
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What a lovely colour ! It really pops out!
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Thanks. So nice to see.
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