Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve had this experience!
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Glad you can relate.
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🙂
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Beautiful, VJ.
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Thank you!
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Lovely post, V.J.
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Thanks
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VJ, well said. We still should venture that road less taken, at least on occasion. Unless it there is a sign that says watch for bears. Keith
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Lol. True. Thanks Keith.
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Perfect words embracing nature’s message in the photos! ❤
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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Beautiful, VJ! Words are very moving.
Thank you for sharing with us.
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Thanks for hosting!
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Lovely post VJ. Your sentiment really hit home this week
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Thanks Tina!
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