I am no angel so you say yet there is gentleness in your touch kindness in your actions and actions speak louder than words even angry ones and one act of goodness overcomes evil seventy time seven believe me even as you lift up others your own broken heart will heal
The Lay of the Land Part II: What lies beyond
So blessed readers (and blessed you will be indeed should you opt to explore the link I will post here shortly) having a few days off to catch up on projects, both domestic and creative is shaking many words and images from the rafters of my artistic attic. Several posts on the Bedlam Farm Creative …
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Marshmallow Fluff
The field marshmallows have melted covering all with winter sugar
The Lay of the Land part I: What lies beneath
So blessed readers, there is no doubt this winter has been hard on much of the country. Even the huge avalanche that cut off the city of Valdez Alaska last month was considered extraordinary in an area not easily impressed by snowfall or for that matter avalanches. Ironically the Valdez avalanche was caused by the …
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When the music stops
The thunderous sound of silence truly rattles the soul the ever fainter echo of retreating footsteps white noise of laughter now gone emptiness so deafening all you hear is the beat of a breaking heart.
The Eye of the Tiger
So blessed readers, my topic is anger. A recent post from a Creative Group member got me riled up. Without sharing personal details, I will simply say this writer recounts with sometimes brutal honesty of the struggles to rebuild a life out of addiction and self destruction. The amazing humor embedded in each post draws …
Requiem
Feathers in the snow Beautiful even in death Nourishment given
The Dead of Winter
So blessed readers (and I call you that with true intention as blessings you may need if you dare continue reading) This is Jack. Jack, as you may have noticed is no ordinary snowman. Jack is in fact a ZOMBIE snowman. I owe his presence in my life to the muse of a fellow Bedlam …