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 
If you don’t have to risk it, stay indoors!
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That’s my motto, lol
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Definitely mine too! 🙂
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…in my mind, I see the flickering flames of the fire and feel the warmth emanating from the hearth…
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Best part of winter. Thanks
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Pretty to look at from inside, but outside, stay off the roads! (We’re forecasted for a snow storm at the end of the week.
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Ugh, I think we are too.
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VJ, I love the word “hearth.” It is one of those words that conveys what it provides. Let’s get a cup of tea, hot cocoa or apple cider. Keith
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Exactly. I’ll have one of each.
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A lovely poem
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Thank you
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You’re welcome VJ
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