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And still ...

Still, grey, dank and damp
Still sadness shrouds my being
Still I choose gratitude

As I look out upon the morning my day starts grey, my window on the world is a blend of grey tinged with light, I could paint the day colourful by means of words and images for I am able to that and sometimes painting happy is the right thing to do but for today I'm lingering in grey because I feel this is the best way to express my sadness for the world and myself... This on-line space allows for that, for authenticity, the freedom of revealing those grey vulnerable moments, valuing life as surging from and encompassing all of the different shades, for this I am grateful. I am also grateful for gratitude itself, it is a 'friend' and as another friend said it is 'buoying' to the soul.  Choosing the practice of gratitude allows for the light to rise again spontaneously and naturally giving way to colour.  

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Anonymous said…
This is so eloquently said...thank you. Sadness and anger also shrouds my being too...
How wonderful when we all choose gratitude! Beautifully written.
Lea said…
In this sadness... there is so much space... the beauty of your poignant words, the magic of your grey photos stir my heart... and I breathe into your sharing and find myself transported. Thank you dear Sue, now and always. XO
gma said…
Being thankful for all things even sadness & "grey" puts us in a state of grace.
carol l mckenna said…
Enlightened and creative woman ~ all creatively expressed so well!

Happy Weekend to you,
artmusedog and carol
Oh, yes, I know this rhythm of sadness too... You embrace it so well... I especially love the second photo. It captures the essence of sadness for me, yet there is something welcoming about it, something accepting in it. And, I see a bright white heart in the first photo sitting in the crook of the tree branch... Even in the shadows of sadness the heart is still there :) Hugs...
J C said…
This is powerful, and very well expressed both in pictures and words.
rebecca said…
my darling, i cannot believe it has been one year since we all gathered to share our mary love. welcome december-and an invitation to share the light of twelve days of mary! i would love to walk these days beside you. xo

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