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Musings...

There are so many realities within us, all complementing each other and congruent to who we are.
Find Yours.
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Portrait Of A Woman

She was a very special woman.

She taught me to love butterflies...
She taught me NOT to accept something as my fate just because that's what is expected of me.
She taught me to 'live in my mind' because she lived in hers.
And although she lived mostly in her past, and that gave her comfort, she urged me to 'live in my future'.
To dream... To plan...
She taught me the Art of Being Me.
 
She was my grandmother Zofia Wanic.

 

Beige Has A Voice... 

I put a Trench Coat across my arm 

As Stendhal talks inside my mind 

Nature forgets her basic shade...

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But wait

Beauty is not just in my head

It is so tangible

And so in my hand

As I get married in beige ombre...

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This classic tread that runs through my veins

To see the colours as Happiness gates

That pleasant feeling

So very different for each of us

That voice of perception

Wanting to be heard...

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Colours speak volume - Can you hear?

They speak through ages 

In various shades

They scream in khaki

They whisper in oatmeal beige

As I find my beauty in theirs...

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The Healing Art Of Nature

Consider Nature as the most artistic expression of Divine perfection on earth... 
And My Pursuit of Happiness... 

"… it took me some years to discover what I was.
Which was a writer. By which I mean not a "good" writer or a "bad" writer but simply a writer, a person whose most absorbed and passionate hours are spent arranging words on pieces of paper.
(…) I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means."*

*From Why I Write in Let me tell you what I mean by Joan Didion
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