Gestures can be so expressive. It is often said that body language betrays what we are saying.
This is a first image of a new project call Gestures.
” Hello son” is how my father greets Richard Parker the family cat.
This is an ode to the late night food vendors.
You feed me when I am barely lucid
You provide me with options such as mustard and squeeze on cheese
You are there at my hour of desperate need
To the late night food vendors!
From personal experience, depression is a dark heavy storm cloud over your internal universe. Forecast is for an ongoing storm front. Those of us that survive, battle on. We turn up umbrella in hand.
Just the act of having an umbrella in hand even if you don’t brave the storm is a statement. A statement that I will fight on.
Those that greet life, get rewarded. A new sunrise a new promise of hope.
OVer the years, I have found my voice.
Putting a stake in the ground and speaking ones minds has been a challenge for me over the years, however, challenging or difficult it is, it is essential.Even going against populist opinion if that is my truth. Have you found your authentic voice?
We are here but not here.
Present. Mindful. Observant. The day dreamer. These concepts are elusive and escape us all.
Don’t beam me up Scotty.