Are we awakebarely breathing? Mounting raucousshattering sensibility Hatred buildingrights withering Who will survive? I, chirps the solo bloom Timid-voicedoverlooked radiant in her fragilityconfident Breathe (Art my own)
Boxes are filling up around us. We’re making a dent in our to-do lists. Doubt seeps in. Are we doing the right thing? Then I remember all the reasons behind making this choice and affirm: We are dismantling one life to build another, purposeful existence.
Beautiful! I love to hear birds chatter and we’ve had a lot of cardinals and woodpeckers in our area lately. They are so fun to watch, especially now that the trees are bare we can easily see them.
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I love this picture poem! Birdsong does the same thing for me.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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