“Empaths naturally struggle to accept the fact that not every issue, conflict, question, or dilemma can be resolved. One strong empathic lesson is to come to terms with the reality that not everything has an attainable resolution or concrete answer, especially in the immediate sense. If the resolution or closure of an issue is truly out of one’s own hands, nothing more can be done and that’s just how it’ll have to be. Not every issue, conflict, or misunderstanding can be resolved; sometimes the best choice is moving on…”
–Raven Digitalis, Esoteric Empathy
resolution
Morning Trip (237)
“It would be an endless battle if it were all up to ego
because it does not destroy and is not destroyed by itself
It is like a wave
it makes itself up, it rushes forward getting nowhere really
it crashes, withdraws and makes itself up again
pulls itself together with pride
towers with pride
rushes forward into imaginary conquest
crashes in frustration
withdraws with remorse and repentance
pulls itself together with new resolution.”
–Agnes Martin
commonplace
crashingly beautiful
parabola
One Shoot Sunday and Memory Lane–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley
Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again! The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.
“Greg Laychak is what is known as a documentary photographer. Originally from Canada, Greg has since moved to South Korea, where he created his prominent work, “Fading Voices” – a photo documentary project about victims/survivors of sexual slavery from WWII. Greg’s work often focuses on the concept of identity, a fact that hovers, almost hauntingly, through many of his photographs.
If you’re interested in seeing more of his work, note that it will be exhibiting in London from May 11 through 24 at the Hotshoe Gallery.
Memory Lane
Looking far ahead
from my place
in this
hall
of memories
I live
here,
it
holds
me
and all
that I see
in windows
delusion
or fog
mine
never touched
but by me
things snatched
shoved
placed
carefully
or not
into baskets of safety
and ownership
along my way
and yours
I sit and caress them
order them
change me
and what I think of them
my brothers and sisters
no doors to close
and
I sit
up
a bit straighter
the leaves
on the trees
laugh and chatter
dancing on refreshing breezes
and grinning
lightness
in the Sun.
–by Elisabeth Connelley, Purple Profundity
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