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 
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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