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 fabulous quote and a stunning image.
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome, VJ!
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Ooh, I love what you’ve done with the quote and your image!!
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😊😘
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Yes, that day comes… beautiful, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne
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Nice work, VJ. I just copied that quote into a blank journal I am preparing for my daughter’s birthday (an annual endeavor I enjoy) I remember seeing Anais Nin speak in Montreal in the 70’s. She was an inspiring voice for me. The art suits the quote so well!
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Amazing you got to see her. I used to do journals for my children too. A wonderful keepsake.
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Oh lovely, thanks for sharing that quote and love what you did with the image.
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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Indeed!
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😊
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