mystery | photography | poetry
a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring
the wind blows fiercely
living things are wrenched apart
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Here are a few things I’ve learned these past months/years/lifetimes: Our lovability/worth/value/ is not dependent on: The way we look. How much money we have. The number of people who “like” our page on Facebook. The number of friends on Facebook. The number of people who visit our blog, comment or “favorite” something. Whether our…
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I think this little entry was one of all-time favorite mini-collages. Art-making makes me happy.
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I cannot accept victory at the defeat of another. That is not winning. True victory comes with integrity and wholeness. There is no other path for me.
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