Monday, April 6, 2009

as rain drops fall
the wind is blowing
trees bend down
as they are knowing
she sits at her desk
trying to write
not so easy
she was awake all night
thoughts were racing
in every direction
clouded, muddy
introspection
no resolutions
nor epiphanies
just the usual question
why is it always me?

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.