I would befriend hesitation,take her shopping with me,invest the time, but impulseis my constant companion. Hesitation,born of shared trauma,labours over pain-filled decisions My need is palpable,throbbing,must suffocate it,weighted beneathlayers of numbing fabric Afraid to show myself,afraid that she will find me, block any progress,or worse make my pay for these layersof stolen moments…encounter crazy reflected […]
A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden. Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.
Love the action poses in the first sculpture. ❤
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They really are well done.
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WOWWWWW!
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Cool, eh?
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Yes, ma’am 🙂
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Sorry, hanging out with a granddaughter today.
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Sounds like a wonderful day! 🙂
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“…permanently lifting the curtain…”I love that. A creative and lovely choice, thank you!
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Thanks Leya!
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I thought those 2 men were real until I read your text VJ – how clever is that?!?!
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Very clever. Thanks Tina!
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