Wednesday, May 19, 2010

All Tangled Up



Love is nice to hold on to.
 Clasp it tightly, without a choke hold. 




It can look messy. Tangled. Meshed. Interwoven. Impossible. 





It's a good way to climb. Nice support for each other. 
It makes a seriously tangled mess.
Beautiful love knots tied to an irrevocable trust. 



Posted by Kathleen Overby at 9:10 PM
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6 comments:

  1. Christine BatesMay 19, 2010 at 9:52 PM

    sweet sculpture. Love you sweetie. <3

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  2. Susan C BrownMay 20, 2010 at 6:48 AM

    These tender images speak so eloquently. Thank you.

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  3. MaureenMay 20, 2010 at 6:53 AM

    Those vines are tenacious, the way love can be.

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  4. AnonymousMay 20, 2010 at 9:42 AM

    I used to know how to play...and then my life came crashing down around me and instead of laughing at a good joke I feel like I am the ultimate cosmic joke. I know in my mind the attributes of God, but my heart feels broken beyond repair.

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  5. Kathleen OverbyMay 20, 2010 at 9:50 PM

    Anonymous, wish I could comfort you somehow. Broken hearts feel like they'll never mend. I was just reading Tozer yesterday about the attributes. Believe them anyways, by deciding not feeling. Please?

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  6. AnonymousMay 21, 2010 at 5:03 AM

    I love this. Love the imagery, and the reminder. The beauty is in the tangling.

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