My mind could pounder on war, politics, and the]Wall street wonders.
I could see it real, how it truly is.
nice people and friends are few and far in between of the plunders.
I could see all this and I would miss every simple pleasure.
like starting an art journal, where I color out of the lines.
Like a child handing it to their parents, it becomes a treasure.
Some things in the world need to be seen and stories should be told.
During these I listen and try not to let my heart become harden.
I try to look for new ways for my creativity to unfold.
With that the, this place isn’t that bad, and neither are the people and my friends.
I wrote this for two reason, I begin an e-course in something I know nothing about.
After the holidays and the closing a Viewshounds ( I felt like I was laid off or something) I don’t know. But, I couldn’t seem to write and nor did I want to
Because, of the long Holidays hours I’ve had to work (at my real job), I was tried. Now, that everything has slowed down. I decided to jump back into the creative space and take an Art Journal e-course. The picture above is was my first entry ( I will leave a link later on in the week.) to me it’s simple and a beautiful mess with more of it to come. Also, this is helping kick start that plow for the snow.
Nice to back at Jingle Poetry at Gooseberry http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com
Blessings, You can Live Life like a princess, when times are bad just Smile and Wave. Leah
