we’re not artists in all places, times. no one’s whole life rhymes. at moments we may draw, write, pray. at others, watch, love, raise children, join the fray of being. let’s love ourselves await the time when Spirit calls then pick up pen or violin and begin.
ARTISTS
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3 responses to “ARTISTS”
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This is beautiful, Cynthia, words and photo!
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Thank you so much. I struggled for years with not having time, wit, energy to write while I was a single working mother starting her life over. I think creatives demand too much of ourselves sometimes instead of accepting the flow of life.
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So true…
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