The woman in the mirror is flawedage spots where freckles once sprouted,streaks of white, peppering former auburn,inner scars marking discontent. How then is she expectedto know wholeness? In days when mind was sharpself-confidence wobbled;where spirituality was planted,self-judgment undermined. The path to wholenesspitted with potholes. How often emotion overrodecommon sense, and choicesled her astray, how thickthe […]
Therapy is drudging up old feelings – places where I tend to get stuck. I don’t have the answers I need to move on yet, so all I can do is breathe through the moments and be mindful in the present.
Somehow, there’s still beauty of the remains
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And the intrigue…
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The first image is fascinating! Great shot!
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Nice images for this challenge VJ. Both have seen better days.
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Thanks Anne
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That first image took my breath away!
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Thanks!
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The first image is my favorite, VJ! Beautifully captured!
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Thanks Amy
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The lack of foliage (seasonal or end-of-life) reveals fascinating geometric art – no two trees alike!
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You are so right. These old trees fascinate me.
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These are very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah
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Poor tree – it really HAS seen better days.
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Still standing though!
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I particularly like the first image. It’s mistily evocative.
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Thanks Liz. It was a foggy morning.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I do enjoy a foggy morning.
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VJ, that tree by the road looks like sentinel. Halt, who goes there. Keith
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Yes, it does. Greets us on our way into town.
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