On our family chat, the kids have been making fun of the number of times I have moved house. Later, my daughter ask me about it. “Don’t you feel funny about leaving all the ties you’ve made?” she asked. “The ties that matter stay intact,” I assure her. “It’s the adventure of the new that […]
With the house sold, and our new abode decided upon, I can finally focus on the task ahead of me. One step at a time, moving forward.
Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
Great photo…they look fuzzy, but I have a suspicion they’re prickly. Yes, or no?
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Very prickly and they cling to whatever comes in contact with them – a nightmare for pets.
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Oh my gosh, that would be a pain.
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great series
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Thank you!
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These really do express texture! Great job V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Thanks
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