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https://mocicc.org/agricultura/01u1anbef Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. ~ Viktor E Frankl, in Man’s Search for Himself
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see url This barrier, solid.
No light, no sunshine, no blue skies,
nothing natural except the brittle vines.
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Frozen exterior, my world.
The bushes are skeletal in their winter bareness.
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hang from the window’s edge,
collect in piles on the ledge.
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though the window is boarded. Invisibility.
https://onlineconferenceformusictherapy.com/2025/02/22/9iwzxuc And yet, it’s been patched neatly, blue paint.
Sealed from view but with care,
What inside is worth protection?
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Dead and withered, but the hidden roots,
alive, are under the snowy depths,
warm enough in the earth.
Roots which will sprout tenderly alive green shoots
in the spring.
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a period of dormancy.
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https://paradiseperformingartscenter.com/qhhrsz2c5b The second photograph in the barrier series correlates to the time when I became unable to keep up with life’s day-to-day expectations and demands. I constructed a barrier, much like this, deep in my psyche, to provide myself with space and time, waiting for the passage of winter.
https://lpgventures.com/ddvcmsw It was a time of silent waiting.
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go Over the next two weeks, I’m re-posting an 11-part series I first ran in January, 2013 on art and healing. Feeling vulnerable doing this once again, but this message is too important to keep buried in the bowels of my blog. It is my hope that my journey will also inspire others. We are all on a journey of one kind or another. We are all pilgrims following our path.
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