I can’t breathe. This room is closing in on me and claustrophobia keeps jabbing me with sharp sticks. I can’t fight back in this suffocating space.
The promise of the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin, the warm earth beneath my feet, keeps me yearning for freedom. I long for wide open spaces, room to stretch and run. I need room to turn over an idea, and chase a dream. I want to swim in an ocean of memories, and climb to the top of a mountain of possibilities.
Don’t shut me in. I need more room.
“En plein air” is best for creating – to be outdoors – the vastness of sky makes creative possibilities infinite
AnnMarie 🙂
lovely post and gorgeous dreamy photo
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there are so many emotions spilling from me about your words. I yearn. I feel like I am in a season of yearning lately and your words captured that feeling for me.
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Like my room 🙂 a great picture!
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Your story speaks to me. I’ve been housebound for almost 90 days due to an accident. When I get outside, I’m like a child. I breathe in the fresh air and my eyes devour all of the nature that surrounds me. Thank you for your story. It’s breathtaking.
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That is my kind of room!
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It is pouring rain, and we are on load 7 of 12 on the backed-up-why-no-we-HAVEN’T-had-time-to-do-more-than-underpants-for-three-weeks laundry. I SO feel this post.
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