Rain has returned
Winter’s fickle nature
overturning hope

I cower beneath
bedsheets, body
on fire – await

an impulse greater
than this pain –
creativity the antidote.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.

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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.

29 thoughts on “Rain”

  1. Just love what you do with zentangle “technique” – and in this image, the faces far left and far right make me want to hug ’em both! I’ll hug the artist … with words since you’re far out of physical reach.
    I am having one of those just-stay-under-covers mornings but alas the new puppy keeps barking the opposite … in spite of having been out, fed, out again. Oh, to have puppy energy inside me rather than at the foot of the bed!

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    1. But there’s so much outside to sniff, Mom! Our little hunter is going crazy with all the spring smells. We got to 10 above freezing today – balmy. Thanks for the virtual hug. The zentangles gives my hands something to do, and calm my mind.

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