“What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…what still pulls on your soul? “ – Rumi I dwell in silencemeetings adjournedlist groceries Former self fadedsorrowful shadowdefinition slipped I am the wild irispushing forwardin […]
Silent aftermathsanctity violatednuance exploded –Will democracy endure?What grows beneath the ashes? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuston. Image my own.)
I’m gnawing on possibilitythe suggestion that my dabblingcould amount to something What? my gut protestsreminds me of limitationsphysical constraints But I’ve had room to breatheand resources at handand creativity, expansive dwells in possibilitynibbles at suggestionsmind scrabbles to find excuses – laundry,a drawer that needs sortingbut the door has opened and I’m seeing a patha way […]
I often see faces in a tree. How about you?
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All the time. Trees each have their own spirits don’t you think?
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Yes that causes me hug them at times. Especially Redwoods.
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Wow!
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Thank you!
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Welcome! 😉
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Loved the before and after perspective, so cool!
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Thanks Julie!
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GORGEOUS interpretation!
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Thanks Jazz. Very pleased with how it unfolded.
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Very beautiful! ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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I love the transformation of your tree, based on what it told you!
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Thanks Liz.
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