A sheet of typing paper, clean, unlined, and empty, waits as I attempt to fill fulfill it, summon life with insight, give it part of me. It waits. It doesn't know when I am done it will be just as blank.
I love the photo! very humorous.
There's something special about the way you recited this verse. Almost as though the words echoed from the page.
Well penned thoughts. Lisa
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Well done :)
it part of me" and "It doesn't know
when I am done it will be just as blank."
Nicely done.
Blessings to you,
Charlie
There's something special about the way you recited this verse. Almost as though the words echoed from the page.
Well penned thoughts. Lisa