My usual goal is to share beauty and light.

But sometimes the heart expresses it’s experience.

(I had different plans for this green 5 ft piece of plywood, but 10 minutes with a piece of charcoal showed what my heart needed to let go of.)

Accusation’s exaggeration leaves ugly the cast down face that once held simple beauty.

Words and love-withheld are religion’s artillery.

Shame controls.

Shame deflects.

Shame is a liar.

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