Awake in the night Fear whispering in my ear White noise of deceit Advertisements
It’s audacious Hubristic, really To think these words A silly spackle of thought Might, maybe, change things Dampen a bit of rage Create a little love Maybe, just maybe, My audacity might Bear fruit Hope echoes Within
Once I dreamt Of the open road’s Mysteries and delights Envisioning freedom And escape, adventures The discovery of myself Now I see Cold nights Buried in blankets Fog inside on windows Surf’s call outside and loud
Simplicity’s grace Enjoying “less” in this life Minimalism
A rather warm evening for the end of November. I walked off a few of the feast’s calories, peering at the stars through Seattle’s clouds.
Grace in gratitude The humbleness of our spirit Thanksgiving’s healing I hope each end every one of you felt blessed and loved today…and on all days.
Underneath the rain The sky above beckons me Freedom of the sky
I wonder if I would’ve resisted the Nazis had I lived in WWII Germany. Would I have been able to resist my fears, of the ever present Gestapo. Do you think you would’ve risked your life?
I always seek clarity. Often, the more I seek, the less I find. Once I sketched a lot. Just little things. But the habit waned. A friend’s challenge got me open my sketchbooks again. I’ll rebirth this part of myself. Let me know what you think in the comments. Also, please like and share.
Time to draw again I’ve neglected this too long Don’t wait for “perfect”