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.)
What fun smiling photos you have for us this week, Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks Cee. Appreciate the comment. I know you are going through tough times right now. Take care.
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Wonderful “Say Cheese” expressions on those sweet faces. Little ones holding back full-on smiles, but the eyes have it 🙂
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Thanks. They were caught with their fingers in the icing – love it.
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Ha! You were in the right place at the right time!
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Lol. I was.
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