The place remains in my dreamslike a movie set preserved… Have assigned each rooma critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacondraws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go backnow that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity;would I discover a sudden windfall? Makeover conditioned motifs;reevaluate […]
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.)
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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