Once offering solacea place to contemplate Now an ominous reminderof solitude imposed. (For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: benches)
A single yellow bloom. Last photo for May, 2020. Unedited. Bushboy’s challenge. Hope June brings some resolution.
From my place of privilege, I sit and watch George Floyd beg for breath, call out for his mama, and know that I can never truly understand the plight of another, and that I, by virtue of my whiteness, am part of the problem. I have no words adequate enough to express what I am […]
There may be more truth in this than the author intended. We color our circumstances with our attitude toward them. I choose to color in deep, rich colors (especially red) that help me find joy. But I’m no Pollyanna. When I awake with an especially painful headache (because there is a headache EVERY morning) I still say “Oh, sh–“, then take my pills and anticipate that I might be lucky and it will go away!
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It’s difficult to be a Pollyanna when we’ve been hit so hard by reality – let’s just say we are well balanced, lol.
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