That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
Lovely patterns 🙂
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Thanks Hammad!
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Beautiful, even the first, which is also a grief, shows life and interdependence.
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It does. Thanks.
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Beautiful! Nature is so creative.
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It really is. Thanks!
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Excellent captures! The patterns nature creates are always such a wonder.
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They really are. Thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, V.J.!
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These are great! I especially love the stump with roots! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Those roots always remind me of childhood – they sparked the imagination for play.
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🙂 ❤ !
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What delightful photos you have for patterns this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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