Donna Matthews – Days clamoring for attention
My imperfect moment made perfect…trying to capture my artwork when he crawls into the frame.
A perfect juxtaposition of my day 🍁
The morning air crisp, the sky an impossible blue, the wind undressing trees in swirls around my yard. It’s a curious matter…our insistence and comfort in the idea of things remaining the same. We settle into summer only later to find ourselves watching the colorful autumn dance and wondering what happened.
But what of our days without movement? Without polarity? Without extremes? It’s these extremes that wake us up from the slumber of monotony. What of your day without hunger satiated by the joy of sweet or savory daily bread? What of cold feet without the coziness of a warm blanket? And of the deeper, darker moments of anxiety…her claws removed by a strong, loving embrace? Most assuredly we’d be bored to tears…reduced to stagnant souls in upright…
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