IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Just look at that! Another past-time I enjoy, thinking of starting a bird log.
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My husband said I should do that too. Love my birds.
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I find them most fascinating.
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Gorgeous capture 🙂
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Thanks.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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sometimes you just need a love button!
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We do! Thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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He’s intent on getting at the suet!
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Isn’t he! Looks like he’s doing a chin up.
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Yes, he does!
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