life of a georgia Artist

  Photo from Gabriel Diwald on Unsplash Rainy days bring out the most emotions from my soul. They fill me with empathy, compassion,and a need to write. Rainy days are what I am thinking most of the time. Water washing us in soft light, pleasant sounds,a life stilled by the rain. We do not rush around in the rain. We stop, we regroup, we wait for the sun or at least a break in the storm. Sometimes my life feels like that storm. While life is not all sunshine and rainbows, I do wish it were a little bit nicer to me. I do wish it was kinder to my day. I could use a little less gloom and some more sun rays shining down on me. Life just seems to be so strained these days.  While Covid is still here, and seems to be settling in for the long haul, perhaps every other avenue of life needs to let up. Work, relationships, home stuff. Maybe the world could give us a break. Between stress and more stress which is mixed in with anxiety and everything else we can dream up, perhaps now is a good time

  Photo by   Tyler Lastovich Greetings from Georgia. I wanted to say hello to everyone and do a check in with you all. Italy, you were hit hard and fast at the start of covid, you are all in my prayers and I appreciate all the love and support you show my little blog. You are strong! I know the road has been difficult and the struggles are real, but know you are in my thoughts. I think I hold a soft spot in my heart for you all because my grandfather, God rest his soul, was born and raised in Naples. His parents moved to America when he and his seven siblings were pretty young. I did not grow up with a big Italian family as I was hoping for as their was some family rift. I only knew my grandfather in the large family. *Special shout out to Naples*  Everyone in America reading and supporting me, well what can I say, but thank you! Your following,support, and rooting me on ( I feel I hear you doing so) warm my heart so very much. I treasure you all and pray you are safe and well. Covid i

Jack Anstey   Our lives are like a river,  ever expanding, ever contracting. Our lives are the water moving, free flowing, dammed in places. Our lives are like a river, water flowing over hard objects, struggling to adapt, new surroundings,  rigid . Our lives are like the water, cold & warm in others, feeling everything dumped in/on us, leaving us unloved and not cared for. Our lives are like a river, figuring out our lives as we flow, confused on where to go, always losing ourselves to others. Our lives are like a river, frozen hearts & icy veins. letting people walk on us, leaving shards of our souls behind. Our lives are like the river, bending until we crack, new rivers forming, flooding us, leaving us a decaying  vessel. Our lives, yes our lives, flowing out of control,  pouring over where we should not be, trying to contain our world, Our lives never show emotions, never tell the truth, never answer  &qu