Dear Rachel. Don’t let the words have the upper hand. “Nightmares… here to stay…” No. No. No. Words have power. They can be carved in stone, becoming millstones around our necks. I don’t have the answers or even the right questions to soothe your pain but I just want to send a gust of wind down your way, a warm/cool breeze to sweep out the dark words, those sharp dark sticky words which distort and block out the sun.
Great photos, rr. Hugs. xx
Dear Rachel. Don’t let the words have the upper hand. “Nightmares… here to stay…” No. No. No. Words have power. They can be carved in stone, becoming millstones around our necks. I don’t have the answers or even the right questions to soothe your pain but I just want to send a gust of wind down your way, a warm/cool breeze to sweep out the dark words, those sharp dark sticky words which distort and block out the sun.
Nightmare > art = hope
Wishing you hope.