Ever Feel . . .

. . . like it’s just time to use fewer words? I have. And I’m there today. Was there yesterday and. And. But I write long essays. It’s not the same. Totally different structure.

Blogs are supposed to have daily posts or close to it and. And whatever. I’m going through some profound shifts internally. Not that there was none before, but a sobriety supreme has taken me down, a quiet pregnant. All I can do is share some of the music nurturing me along this trail.

Enjoy . . . The Thinker, The Naked Piano.

photo courtesy of dave grant

photo courtesy of dave grant

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4 thoughts on “Ever Feel . . .

  1. Your words are balm, let them soothe. Spread them, share them, when you find them. They are well recieved.

    On the other hand… words are over rated. Why do we rely on them so? We ramble on and on and on in search of the right meaning, when all we need is fewer to say more.

    At least for me.
    A haiku artist I am not.
    Meander for the meaning.

    • You’re an artist, period. An artist of the soul. I’m so bowled over by the sisters life has brought my way…such wonderful richness.

      I think we get to be the words, the speaking of life and sometimes, we find the simplest arrangement of words in our writing, an arrangement epic, honoring the courage in living.

      Hugs to you Gin…

  2. Long or short, I’m grateful for whatever you throw out to us, your readers, in this beautiful Universe. I’ve been off line for 10 days while I moved across country and I missed your words!

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