Whispering Peat

How original... to see that in the mirror... this has a mythical quality about it... well done nikki...

Thank you. I appreciate the compliment ❤

Dear N,

Where is this mirror and where is this bog?! I wouldn’t care about getting older if it didn’t hurt so damn much. I must echo LDF because it really does have a mythical quality. It beckons us all. Awesome write. H🌷

I bought a old photo album lot at a garage sale. This photo was inside, her nickname is Butch, I know because her name is all over these albums. She was with me when this was written she was in my head, felt like like anyways. The mythical feeling probably comes from that. I edited the picture to put my artsy spin on it. I think Butch approves.

That’s freakin awesome! Butch! Love it.

I have heard of mud baths but peat.?.  :)

This is deeper than a thousand-thousand bogs Nikki...

Really captures the magical looking glass feel so brilliantly...

Thank you. Whatever dies in a raised bog you could pull out in 50 years and it would look the same.

between immortality and expiration lies this lovely poem. Cheers

Thank you. 😊

Captured ... Bless and love ... ..

Thank you 😁

I liked the psychological and emotional to this. You weave words that leaves us thinking.
Well done.