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Yesterday I came back
to the page of colour
in my art journal
and painted
this lady.

I’d had a conversation
with a dear friend
about when we
are sad, like deeply
sad it’s not only
a hard place
to be for ourselves
but also hard for those
around us to ‘allow’
us to be with it.

the tucking it
away for later
no longer seems
to serve,
as if it ever has.

my wonder is
being present
with the sadness
surely it will
assist it’s purpose

it must have
something
to tell us

we don’t become
really really sad
for no reason

so why is it
we feel in
such a hurry
to ‘get over it’.

with love
Denise.

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