Today the illness is quiet.
Color steals back into the iris outside my window; pale, pale lavender with throats of orange.
Chores and tasks long neglected get taken care of without thought or effort.
Ideas come. Art that has shied away from my ruthless brain offers small enticements.
I am coaxed back into living.
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Apr 13, 2021 @ 12:37:39
This is so good to hear!
Apr 14, 2021 @ 08:09:12
Thanks, Lori. It won’t last, but I’ll try to use it while it’s here.
Apr 13, 2021 @ 14:13:06
Beautiful!
Apr 14, 2021 @ 08:07:41
Hello, Old Friend.
Apr 13, 2021 @ 14:27:45
Welcome back Sandy Sue! Our arms are wide open.
Apr 14, 2021 @ 08:07:09
I feel them.
Apr 13, 2021 @ 20:23:40
Good to see your venture outwards!
Apr 14, 2021 @ 08:04:50
Thanks for still reading, Val.
Apr 16, 2021 @ 13:36:09
We are all hangin in there Sandy 💛
Apr 14, 2021 @ 08:02:21
I love the colors in your artwork. May the gentle (and not so gentle) spring rains wash away the difficulty and struggle. The iris produces only one bloom a year, and yet it is enough. May you find “enough” in days ahead. Be kind to yourself.
Apr 14, 2021 @ 08:04:16
That has always been my demon. To be enough. Thank you, Lori.
Apr 15, 2021 @ 07:02:25
Hello, hello sweet friend! My heart gladdened to see your post in my in-box. May spring’s gentle rhythms rock your soul gently and open new windows for you. Have missed you….
Apr 15, 2021 @ 07:03:45
I’ve missed me, too, Lori. ❤️
Apr 18, 2021 @ 11:14:26
Beautifully put. I’m trying to find my own re-start button. But somedays require lazy, quiet contemplation and I think Sundays are made for days like these.