Aged and well worn –
history and family
have left their marks –
weakness surfaces.
I tug at the imaginary
unravel essential core –
hearts burdened hide
gilded truths
Uncovering, a collaborative task
housing a trove of potential –
optimism and hope within,
always more room for growth.
(Image from personal collection)
One Woman's Quest 
Beautiful thoughts, V.J. I love the last verse. Happy New Year! 🎊 🎉
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Thanks Eugenia. All the best to you!
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😉
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Beautiful VJ. Always there is hope
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I believe so! Thanks Tina!
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I particularly appreciate “Uncovering, a collaborative task.” It’s good to be reminded that we don’t always have to go it alone.
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Thanks Liz. We forget it sometimes
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Yes, we do.
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“History and family have left their marks” jumped out at me too. Well said.
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Thanks so much
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You’re welcome.
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that last paragraph says so much and love your art!
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Thanks Kate!
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welcome VJ!
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I especially like your words:
“history and family have left their marks-”
And the photo is cool!
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Thanks Betty!
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Hope is the thing with feathers that gets eaten by the neighbors cat.
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I wondered where all these random feathers came from…
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Always more room— love that because there is!
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Yes there is! Thanks.
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Love the line “housing a trove of potential”. The collaborative is always so much stronger.
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Thanks Heather. It is indeed.
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You’re welcome.
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