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 
Beautiful and uplifting to see new life.
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Uplifting is a good description. Thanks.
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Most welcome.
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A sure sign of spring. Lovely photos.
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This farm has so many horses. Love to see all the moms and babies this time of year.
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Ontario seems to have more farms with horses. For me, here, this time of year it’s the Mama cows and their calves. All spring babies are a delight!
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They sure are!
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How wondrous! 🙂 ❤
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They really are! Happy Easter, Deborah!
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Precious and beautiful!!
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They sure are!
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VJ thanks for sharing. It is always a wonder that something so new can stand on its feet. Keith
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😊
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So sweet.
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It’s always good to see new life in the spring!
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😊
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