There is a tide turning in your life,
a season returning,
a harvest,
a plot softened by the unexpected
shower.
This is time to weep release,
dance healing, restore
from tearing.
A time to take
joy,
stake claim make returns on what you never thought remembered your name
This is that time,
it comes by once in a few ways,
crumbs of yesterday.
This is that time, a tide turning,
a season a harvest, waiting
in you.
..
Innerdialects 
Beautifully written and stunning painting!
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Yes!!! It is my season for growing and releasing. I was lost in my personal winter for a while but my spring has arrived in my soul and the growth is apparent. You are in tune with my soul this morning.
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“…stake claim make returns on what you never thought remembered your name.” THIS. Thank you.
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I so am relating to this!
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A most delightful joy to read your work!
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The art and writing are syncopated to a melodious flow of beauty.
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Relieved you’d think so. I write like I blog or paint, its an unmedicated rush:)
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Thanks Mark, but I did not understand?
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