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.)
Oh, they are so precious!
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They really are. Thanks.
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So precious VJ!
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Thanks!
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With those two little tow-headed cutie pies, it’s no wonder the sun is shining!
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They definitely keep things light. Thanks Liz.
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🙂
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That is so true … the sun does always sign. 😀
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Adorable! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Smiles all around.
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Best kind!
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Little rays of heart sunshine!
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That’s absolutely what they are!
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🙂
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