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 
So true! BTW, the shades of pink made me think of Elle Woods who is ALWAYS about possibilities! lol
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Lol!
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🙂
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This is so beautiful and hopeful, from artwork to poem!
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Thanks 😊
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It’s a lovely thought and image, V.J. Alas, at times it’s hard to dream and invent wings.
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Wonderfully uplifting!
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Oh, yeah! Thanks Eugi
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Most welcome!
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Beautiful! And the longer I live, the more I recognize adversity as a friend when it shows up instead of after the fact in hindsight. Always so much easier when I see it going in!
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That’s so true. Thanks.
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An uplifting affirmation for a dreary Wednesday morning. Thank you!
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😊
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Very inspiring!
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Thanks Heather!
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You’re welcome.
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Beautifully said
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😊 🙏
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