My heart aches at the thought of what could have been.
I woke up with a dream on the morning of 1st January, like many others, and prayed for a more sane and sensible world. I am a doer, not a vanilla dreamer. There was an action plan in place, in process of implementation.
And then, tragedy struck. Nobody had any control on the high winds which swept the landscape altering the structure and foundation of dreams.
altered landscapes call for new designs I wait with a pen but Ink that dried with uncertainty Is yet to flow again
Creative Experiments and More 
❤ I hope for tomorrow.
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Yes. All of us should.
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There is a place the high winds can take us and it looks like a blank page without a plan. But we are quills and we fill up with the ink of life…and write a new one. May winds of change be for the better. Well done, Reena!
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I love the idea of being quills, and being filled up with the ink of life.
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Wow! That full of meaning, Reena. It is definitely difficult for creativity to flow when the ink is dry. I hope it finds a new way to flow real soon.
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It will for sure. Creativity draws from everything. Thank you, Norah!
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You are welcome, Reena.
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May our ink and creativity flow once again; we will recover!
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Yes. We will. Thank you, Liz!
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This really gave me pause for thought. 2020 has changed everything. I’m still waiting to see where we go from here.
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The issue is nobody knows where exactly we go from here.
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Beautiful words and post.
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Thank you so much!
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