Pictures dot by dot
Coloring within the lines
This is not my lot.
Life inside a box
Not for me. I’ll take a pen
Draw door, my way out.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Beautiful verse.
Thank you.
Love this!! It rings clear and true.
I like your comment Janet. Thanks. ❤
So lovely!
It’s not always fun fitting in – it’s more fun walking out that door.
Thanks.
In this season of my life, I am enjoying every minute of going outside the box.
It is fun.
You rebel. =) Dya ever read Harold and the Purple Crayon?
I haven’t read it but from the title I know I would like it! Thanks.
It’s a very, very cute children’s story. Will make you smile in light of your post.
Oh YES! I can’t draw worth a lick, but I imagine I could make a crude door to get the heck out!
I draw only in my imagination as well. Go for it !
Thank you, dear heart, for the encouragement!
I really love this, I feel I can find meaning in everything you write and can relate! I love the end, draw your way out!!!
Thanks for your comment. I’m happy you find meaning for yourself in my posts.
I can easily find meaning and I like that!
wonderfully creative and clever 🙂
thanks 🙂