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.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]
From the perspective of my natural surroundings, this was one of the prettiest Mays in recent memory.
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Maybe made more so by the contrast it offered to global happenings?
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I think so, yes–that, and sheer gratitude for being alive and healthy.
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Yes, that too!
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🙂
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Happy June 🤗
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Thanks! You too!
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So lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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A lovely last photo VJ 🙂 thanks for joining in 🙂 love the title too
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Thanks Brian. Cheers to June!
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Yes cheers to June even though the cold weather has arrived
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