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 
What a lovely way to start the day. Your painting is beautiful, VJ.
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Thanks Eugi!
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I often have to remind myself to breathe. Trees are our best teachers.
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100% and me too
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Beautiful, V.J. Trees can teach us so much.
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Indeed. Thanks 🙏
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend.
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This post was a beautiful way to start my day. Thank you for the gift!
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My pleasure. Glad it had that effect.
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VJ, you just taught a nice Yoga class. Thanks for the refreshing experience. Keith
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Exactly. Simple and straight to the point. Thanks Keith!
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An important reminder of what the earth does for us each and every day!
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Indeed it does! Thanks.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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A beautiful painting VJ. Love your restful poem
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Thanks Sadje.
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