I am here again. WHY am I here again.
WHY am I small again, lost again?
Alone again.
Afraid…
. Again.
Category: Chronic Depression
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The Door is Wide Open
There are ideas percolating just beneath the surface of my consciousness. They are not fully fleshed out but the juices are flowing and I feel “on the verge” of a breakout work. What is a ‘breakout work’ you ask? Well, I’m asking too, and I believe there is a new direction coming.
ideas under construction… I have been cleaning and gardening and remodeling while the first flickers have steadily growing in size, ready to flame up when the fully formed idea strikes. So I’m just stoking the fire now, setting my mind free to dream in big color…
my garden calls me , more and more…and I’ve been gathering beloved and beautiful finds and setting them behind the house while this “thing” fleshes out. And it will.
Oh, yes. It will…
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Forgetting the I
Running full tilt thru each day
leaves no time for reckoning
no time to breathe or seek relief
till exhaustion stops the flight
feeling can be too intense
too mundane-much to real
icky sticky hugs and kisses
that Hurt too much to feel .
” Renata’s Path” commission
Out of the Gutter Art 
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