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.)
Love these photos…there is just something so special about water in our hearts and our souls…I agree ❤️
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There is! Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Awww, summertime fun!
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What a contrast between the first two photos and the third!
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Colours of summer. Thanks Liz
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And I love ’em all!
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Love the photos. They capture the summer light so well…and the words describe the feeling so well!
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Thanks Heather. I love summer.
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Me too! You’re welcome.
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Yes, they do!
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Lovely captures and words…
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Thank you!
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Lovely.
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Thanks!
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