The times I waited –restless and ragingdeliberately put on holddismissed, degraded, ignored. Why did I put up with that?Was I so afraid I’d lose it all?So uncertain about a future? How the children came to meneed in their eyes, little armsbegging to be embraced,and I too blinded to reach outfixated on the anger, powerless,immersed myself […]
Clouds bundleshift and foldcotton strata Trees huddleconfidence incommunity Emotions stackone on anotherco-mingling hues Beneath layersan eternal glowsun certainty. (First published April 2021. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
I agree with Liz, and the image is beautiful.
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Thanks
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Most welcome.
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Like trees that survive by bending in the strong winds.
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Yes!
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Yes. (K)
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Words to live by.
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Is that quote from Strong Ground? It’s on my bedside table but haven’t dug into it yet.
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Not sure. Maybe you’re sign to start reading?
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That may be. I did reach over and pull it out of the pile!!
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