neither I sit;
restless I tremble.

water’s silence
spring parades

in the shade-cast room
behind glass veiled curtain

I, road of forgotten
dreaming fingers

where we are

I opened the door  today.  One thing at a time.

Brush teeth. Shower.  Beauty in simple tasks not so easy.

Dishes.  Food.  Water.  Bird song and a bee.

This is where we are.  When your world is turned upside down, what do you?

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

8 replies on “Day 12: Where We Are

  1. Connie, peace to you on your continued journey into healing and better health. This is your craft: art/heartwork.

    1. Thank you. your comment means a lot. at first peek, your work is stealth with raw beauty. look forward to reading more.

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