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 
These pictures have such a feeling of relaxation attached to them. Thank you, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne. Looking forward to warmer weather here.
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Clever idea for this week’s CMMC challenge. 😀 😀
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I do enjoy a nice porch swing on which to read or watch the world go by.
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I do too. This is my daughter’s home. She has a perfect spot for that
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Nice!
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I love being outdoors. Great photos!
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Me too. Thanks
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