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 
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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