Hello my lovelies. Hope all is well in your world.
For some reason, I write mostly during the dark times. It's a release, and often I feel an immediate lift from emotional darkness. Not often does a painting accompany the writing. This time it did, so I will share both.
it fell upon her like a shroud.
The familiar pain
The Autumn wind blew
and cut hard into her skin.
Her soul whined
and winced as she fought to stand tall.
she stood alone
in the vastness of the field
staring at an empty horizon.
The wheat groaned
as it bowed to honour
"You will heal" it whispered ...
"You will heal"
~ Donna Parker
Immediately after I had penned this, I was summoned to pick up my paint brush. I had no idea why. It moved as though someone else was holding it. Soon an image appeared.
"Home" oil on canvas sold
Have a magical day. Thanks for dropping in. Enjoy the moment.
“When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.”
~ Audrey Hepburn