Hans Andersen Brindekilde

Hans Andersen Brindekilde

Worn Out or Udlsidt

Aka Working Class

This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth. And how work tends to drive us there much quicker than we are prepared for. The way she holds him it seems as if he’s someone close to her heart. Oh, how I can relate to her emotions here.

I’m wondering your opinions.

I Wanted To

I wanted to remove every piece of me
from you

Every secret I told

Every baby flushed down the drain

Every moment I allowed myself to let you see me at my weakest point

Every tear that landed on your shoulder

I wanted it all back

I wanted my love and my sweatshirt

I wanted my lessons and the many moments I stepped outside myself for your benefit

I wanted it all back

But not today

Today I choose love

-Sasch

My Best

I’m showing up

I’m showing up even though I don’t want to

I’m showing up to get something out of it

Even if it’s a seed of hope

I’m showing up because of love

Because of purpose

To have something to believe in

I don’t want to show up

But here I am trying my best to love in the one way I know how

by showing up

♡Saschia

A Billion Stars, and a Billion More

This story gets me through.

S. K. Nicholas

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Taking a step towards the door, I felt myself drawn by the same invisible force that had enchanted the snow. Not only did it have a hold of my body, but it had a hold of my soul, and even though I at first fought against it, the moment I surrendered, the music flowed through me as if I were water. Turning to Rusty, he nodded in approval as my feet lifted off the ground, and as I floated through the air, so the animals came and sat by his side. Even the trees temporarily ceased their dance to stoop down low enough to listen to the chatter that passed back and forth between lip and beak.

“Remember the things you’ve seen,” Rusty said, “and remember what it is you are.”

I made to respond, yet the energy coming from the door was doing many a strange thing to me.

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Musings

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Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

We rough, unrefined rocks have been tossed into the fire of life.

Those who cling to outdated ideals, who don’t honor the evidence they’re shown, who cling to comfort and simplicity when called upon to rise, will slowly and predictably be burned with suffering , then melted down into meaningless slag.

But those of who continually refine ourselves, who cut away the dull ore and polish what is left, we are neither burned nor melted.

We are forged.

Musings, Volume 1, available on Amazon Kindle:  Musings, Volume 1

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