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I started creating a 'baker's dozen' to do list each week, which allows me to write down 12-13 tasks I want or need to accomplish. 💜🌙🌌
"Get back into what you love." 💜🌙🌌
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My January cover page. 💜 I've hesitated with these pages as they've felt incomplete. I decided to enjoy the simplicity of what it is, and revisit at month's end.
"Bring back your magic, not by the hands of another, but by the tea in your cup, the herbs in your soup. By each new breath that fills your lungs, and each song that leaves your tongue." 💜🌙🌌
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"2020 is like a movie that everyone hopes has a happy ending."
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#OctoberSketchTheThings Days 6 and 7: Fish and Creature
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Day 1 of #OctoberSketchTheThings: Drink
Last week's spread almost filled.
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Pain changes people.
Chronic pain does more than debilitate the body.
It slowly eats away at the mind. It's many jewel-like facets.
Reason, tolerance, patience, prudence, humility.
It is something else entirely, when you are immobilized by unrelenting agony, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks to the month, twelve months to the year. On and on and on.
So as you become nothing more than a screaming, crying, wretched mess, trapped in your own skin. Conscious, breathing, suffering without relent.
No longer human.
Just pain.
It is quite a feat; to experience visceral pain so agonizingly profound; that all your fears, past, present and future terrors become entirely inconsequential in the wake of these horrific moments.
The moment when you hear yourself beg for oblivion as a merciful, rational release from this endless suffering.
Where once you took freedom of movement for granted, now, in the bloom of youth, you are sedated, managed yet dysfunctional.
Unable to eat, sleep, walk, sit, stand or bathe without, searing, mindless agony.
One looses many things when in pain.
Fear, primarily.
One could lose the will to live in these moments.
Or.
One could live through it.
Come out the other side.
Invincible.
Art © Alexander Fedosov
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