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 […]
I like the “bake” part. It provides the wisdom of time. Beautiful, VJ!
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Exactly! Thanks!
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Laughter for sure. But you’re right…you just have to learn to let some things go. (K)
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Yes!
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I think I’d add acceptance and fun.
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Yes!
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Well said.
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Thanks Keith
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…and sometimes, times helps, like fine wine, or aged cheese.
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Oh gosh…empathy, empathy, empathy and a healthy dose of humor. xo! 🥰
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Yes! So important
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…season with active communication.
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Yes! Good one
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I think understanding is the basis of lasting love, and friendship
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Yes, those are two crucial elements.
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