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 […]
Ah yes! And grandmotherhood.
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Absolutely!
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Your photos capture motherhood perfectly! Those two children should grow up with good memories of times with their mothers.
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Touching moments for sure.
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Excellent!
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Thanks
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Very sweet VJ! I just had my 2 great-nieces here for several days and your images brought me right back to their visit. It was SO much fun being with little ones again – it’s been a long time!
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Pure unadulterated joy!
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Love the smiles, the tenderness, and some similar memories for the day. Special post, VJ.
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Thank you!
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Love love love this! ❤
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Thanks Wynne.
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VJ, love the metaphor of the mother at the end of the slide. Keith
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Right?! Oh to feel that confidence again.
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😍🥰😘
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Ah…I remember, too! 💕
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