Young woman, I see your painremember a time when I toostruggled for autonomy, purpose Wish I could reach acrossthe span of generations, mirrorthe beauty that I see, release the tangle of deception that binds,facilitate your potential, helpadvance your journey, lift you beyond the clutter and noiseand deliver you to freedom, butyour book has not been […]
Symptoms –YieldingSpiritTamperedEnthusiasmMuteIncomprehensibleChallenge (M.E. or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis is said to be systemic. Every so often it reminds me so I attempt to write through it. Image and poem my own)
Insects danceat river’s edge I am temptedto run away but heron’s calm –a presence I depend on –invites me to stay Within the frenetic buzzhe and I find stillness (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
Sometimes it depends on what we tend to give!😜
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Lol. There is that!
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So true!
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Thanks!
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Thank you for the beautiful painting and words. VJ. 💛🧡💗
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😊😘
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Very true, suiting the art perfectly 🙂
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Thank you!
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Love the thought and the art!
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Thanks Sarah. Hope you are well on this stormy day
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This was a difficult lesson for me to learn, but I’m glad I learned it.
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Me too!
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I love this art, it captures the essence of your poem.
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Thanks Heather!
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You’re welcome.
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So true. Too many cannot accept favors, when it will endear them more if they do.
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