Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Chilly indeed 🙂
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The beauty of stark winter. My memories of snow are childhood memories, or visiting snow places as an adult. I couldn’t live in it.
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Agreed. That’s why we usually travel in the winter months. Not this year though….
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No, not much travel anywhere, hoping this year will change for the better.
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Two very homey winter scenes!
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The sun wouldn’t come out for us. Thanks.
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These are gorgeous VJ! My husband wants some snow so badly….
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Your husband is deranged ( I say it with utmost affection). Snow is fun when you have health to enjoy it. Thanks.
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I agree with you VJ!!! He absolutely loves snow though….
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These are gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. They are grey and chilly to me…reflecting the day’s mood.
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Find warmth in the fact you are loved! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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