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 
It feels like a sign – learning watercolor painting! 🙂
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Oh, fun!
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Inorite?!?!
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Very timely, V.J., as we are enjoying a soaking spring rain which will result in much welcome growth. 😊
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Glad it fit, Tanja
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Beautiful and refreshing image, VJ.
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Thanks
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Most welcome.
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Being near water always has a soothing and “opening up” effect on me. I love the image. 🙂
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Me too, Susan. Thank you
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So serene, VJ! Thank you for sharing! 🥰
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Thanks Victoria!
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Love the water colour of watery trees – very restful scene to celebrate water…
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Well said, Sarah, my sentiments exactly!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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Thanks Sarah
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Lovely image
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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