March 23, 2017
Barbara Chapman
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The broken soul we have met and we all know is visible . The fragile cracks lead to compassion not hate . The hurt , when embraced , dissipates . Blue for humanity in a moment of silence and tears . It is not what you possess and I not but respect and grace and…
The Art that is my breath is also a mirror . It is the work of reaching the places that are carried in quiet and of listening with the heart . Delicately reaching out with watching eyes and tenderness . The steadfast process of scraping away fear only to reveal courage .