Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Mothers

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A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers

While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.


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Space Needle

Piquant petals
Pierced through an ardent needle
Thrust into heavens

I love the dichotomy between these two wondrous expressions of art. The cold straight steel of the Seattle Space Needle in comparison to the fragile fluid glass of Chihuly. Both are magnificent landmarks in their own rights.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #193: Spicy and #194: Towers