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 
I totally get not overdoing it, but dang, the older I get, the more I want to do!
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I agree! there is a definite urgency.
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👵🏼 🙂
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Hmm, this offers a lot of insight.
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Hard won. thanks Eugi
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Most welcome, VJ.
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Pacing — what a key word. Beautiful image and thought, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne. Hadn’t heard it myself before ME
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❤ ❤ ❤
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When life has to be thought through, it is not taken for granted.
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That’s true.
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Oh yes, this is a big one for me. I’m only just now getting it. (How can that be?) Hence, “Save or Savor?” *wink*
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Lol. Fitting.
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This insight makes a lot of sense.
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Relearning it often. 😁
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🙂
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