One Woman's Quest II

Growing with gratitude for life's challenges

Only in Texas…

September 14, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

The Canada Goose

September 8, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A sign of Canadian humour. (For Proscenium’s Friday Follies)

Looking for Direction?

September 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Didn’t notice the sign when I shot this swarm of birds. For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Nothing Here

August 24, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Historic…

August 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Better Believe It!

August 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Actually, I haven’t been inside, so I can’t make judgment, but I will say they are not humble. For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Have a Peel In Need?

August 2, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

Too Much?

July 26, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Such a Romantic!

July 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Like My Kitchen

July 12, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

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Is Progress This?

Is this progress,this decision to uproot,cast possessions aside,free ourselves of ties? Can his dependency,my dependency, endurethe transition, releasedfrom former justifications? We are companionsembarking on adventure,companions retiring pastlies, redefining possibility Or, is this more of the same,artfully camouflaged –a continuance of flightfrom tyrannical origins? The paths behind are jagged,wrought with rocks and crevicesand scarred riddles, and […]

Strategy

One more trainand she’d be awayfar enoughto lose him Scavenged in her bagsearching for a ticketand courage…could use a dose of courage Thought of her motherhow torn up she’d be;of her sister, confinedto long-term care Call for boarding and a decision –neck smarting fromlast confrontation He wielded his handslike weapons. his wordslike knives – her […]

Denouement

I fear the denouement –the moment of reckoningwhen the winding pathunravels; when intentions,transient at best, revealthemselves as common liesand soul crumples before lightrecognizing this is not the end. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)