For once
the mocking, predictable voice
inside my head that says “No way”
is silent.
In fact, I think I can just barely make out
some other, quieter voice, whispering,
“Maybe.”
― Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment
Photograph: Anka Zhuravleva (“Ginger“)
My red hair blew up in protest
But my lips are silent 🙂
when I will settle..
let us listen carefully
to the whisper…Maybe
Like it!
thank you 🙂
Yes let’s listen to “maybe”….
I am all over that maybe…😀
Of course you are…
Lately, I’ve been noticing there is too much talking going on and not enough listening.
Talk. Talk. Talk. Everywhere. Agree.
maybe….my favourite word–so full of hope……but not quite walking on the wild side……
where is Mimi?
She was hear earlier…taking a break from me I suspect. 🙂
That’s the voice to listen to 😝
Ah ….amazing. I love both the distinct clarity and the subtlety that co-exist so perfectly in this.
Yes…me too Bonnie.
all things are possible.
I love the image…I come from a family of dark red heads..my Mom was a red a red head…
What special breeding!
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Cool!
Love this David! <3
Diana xo
Me too Diana. Thank you…
It feels good to be at least half way there.
Smiling, yes. Agree.