All the oxygen
Has been sucked out of the room
Roots down, bloom anew.
It’s a fight to bloom true in a garden, and in life. People judge you without knowing the real you. The key to me is to keep searching for daily joy. So, the morning wasn’t so good, can you take a walk to look for wildflowers?
3 thoughts on “Oxygen”
A friend mentioned last week how much she enjoyed your art/yoga retreat at NCBG Bev. You give much joy. Peace.
Oh thank you! That’s nice to hear!
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🧵✒️ SO TRUE, SISTERS. THAT THREAD PLAYS A ROLE AS A LINE OF INDIAN INK OVER WATERCOLOR.