Beneath mossy beards
weathered faces watch, listen –
silent witnesses.
Beneath mossy beards
weathered faces watch, listen –
silent witnesses.
Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential. View all posts by VJ
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Thanks for the quote, it is full of wisdom 😊
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You are welcome.
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I love this haiku. Unusual thought, expressed with precision. You made sure that I’ll not forget this metaphor.
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Good to hear. Thank you.
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I love this haiku, V.J. and the photo. I’d never thought of moss as beards but what a lovely thought. I am partial to moss myself. My mom’s maiden name was Moss and so my grandparents were Ma Moss (the sweetest woman in the world!) and Pa Moss.
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Love that connection. These old trees felt like spirits to me, and thus the beards.
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Beautiful! I really love what nature teaches us. It is alive after all 🙂💕
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It sure is. Thanks Christine
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Love this post.
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Thank you
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Love this
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Thanks
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WOWwwwwwww, GOOD.
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🙏😘
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🙂 🙂
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I love the sense that nature is watching us humans. If so at the moment its probably in full despair at times. 😦
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Yes, I bet it is. Thanks
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Love this. Mossy beards, great image! if only they could speak and set us right!
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Yes, that is my thought.
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