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.
One Woman's Quest II 
So ture!
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Thank you!
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Absolutely, memories too.
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Yes! Thanks
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🙂
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loved this “what among us is not still life, until mind and emotion meet us..”
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Thanks Heather
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My pleasure.
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Wishing I could capture the still life of this day…I’d burn it, blow the ash faraway. Hah, a poetic comment…
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ha ha …how about the whole month.
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Well things were going really fine till the past couple days–Whammy! Are you feeling better, re the infection?
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A little bit. Back to the doctor tomorrow to see if there is real progress.
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I’ll be thinking of you–and keeping the prayers aflame ❤
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Appreciate it!
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No problem, it’s an honor to be of use 🙂 Did you read Cider House Rules? The term/notion “being of use” opened the story, and I really felt it!
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Yes! To be of use is important.
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🙂 🙂
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