
“Spring Blooms”



In progress for an upcoming event! 😀
It was time for her to start reclaiming her abdominal tenacity that had been strained and contorted from the accident’s impact.
Already!
Either there was nothing or
Waves of grief kept coming
Was this a type of depression
Sucking her will to keep living?


“It’s not a bad life…
I could do this…”
“When I was a child, I spent a lot of time alone at my gransparents’ house.
When I say alone, that meant that grandpa was away for music business or golf during the day, while grandma was either cleaning house, watching golf, or come evening, cooking for all of us.
Simple things to eat were always available, like potato chips, slices of cheese, some crisp head lettuce, and bread and lunch meat.
My place was either in the front side bedroom listening to A-tracks, or on the floor in the kitchen, watching B-matinee movies.
Now, as I wait for paperwork processing to be able to resume my healing therapies, there’s a lot of me tending to the animals in the front room before the fire, and kitchen duties accompanied by the comfort of netflix or music piped through the phone set on repeat…
And pretty much the same simple diet for the kid in me.”

She couldn’t reach for the things that she wanted, held down by the weight of poverty.

It turns out that I caught the eclipse!!!
“As if I’m afraid to make a wrong move…”
“I am a very cautious unicorn.”
“I guess when the children have grown and no longer so much depend upon a mother’s consistency, it is finally ‘safe’ for her ‘to let down her hair’ and process more fully her own experiences.”
The more I happen across this artist’s music, the more it soothes and redeems my soul.
Thank you for all of your amazing work.
“It’s important to set achievable, short-term, small goals to create a sense of one’s striving when a life’s purpose seems to have become terribly upended and motivation sputters.”
“A much respected older peer once told me to write the story of my life one day.
But what could I say that would make sense of all of the tragedies?
Pain’s pressure squeezes as it builds over time, until not a drop of blood feels like it can ever again flow freely.
It forces hope’s light to seek shelter, buried deep underground, begging for the end of growth’s dormancy.”
“One can have it – and not need to beg attention for it.”
“If I keep slowing down to just process the hits I’ve taken, will my being reboot and I won’t feel forsaken?”
“There’s an event I’m looking forward to, and I’ll be dressed in aspects of a phoenix.”
“I do think that when one discovers that they’ve just been being used again, there is going to be a hit taken of further negative psychological impact.”
“I am not sure if it’s good or not that I need to rest and sleep more while only being able to do like one fourth of what I used to do.”
“I have an opportunity to possibly pursue more training, but doing evetything on my own while still recoverimg from injuries is keeping me barely treading water.”
“The truth is, looking back, I’ve apparently never been given a very good offer.
When younger, love was so rare that when a glimmer of it arrived, I grabbed on tight, did my best to keep nourishing it, and ‘made the most of things.’
But now I know what kinds of damage that lack of reciprocation can actually render, and it becomes undeniably clear that there are no real options for me to currently invest in.
The blinders have been torn off for some time, now – and as my once ever-overflowing-despite-any-challenges optimism finally dwindles out from fatigue, I survey the wrecked fields that I’ve been left with and think to myself, ‘I need a better view.'”
He had drawn her back into believing their love was at last rekindling, and although things still felt off, he seemed to be trying.
But then, as she encouraged him to express his feelings, trying to be supportive as she’d always been, it at last came out that he was just using her to make sure how he felt about another woman he’d been seeing.
“I think that when a man chooses an alcoholic, disabled prostitute over the vital woman who did everything she could to help him rebuild his life while providimg a family and developing herself competently leaves a debilitatingly negative impact upon the woman’s self esteem, sense of self worth, and overall confidence that she could ever be desireable to anyone – especially when she keeps encountering ignorantly shallow men who take her for granted.”
Something about the sanctity of pair bonding would not permit her to keep from speaking truth when she found herself tangled up in another shallow relationship.
“Hold me together by giving a sense of consistency in a life filled with uncertainty.”
Would could bring you closer to me?
A man had been there:
In her room
On her chair
In the bathroom
In her lair
But he wasn’t the one
He was just having fun
And left the cupboard
Bare
Music, lyrics, poetry, photography…
Keep in mind you have always been an ideal.
Perhaps no one fits your form, in reality.
Nearly 10,000 from my phone today to make room for capturing more moments!