Author: experimentalfilmfestival

Yes, we have rain, glorious rain! How amazing the power of prayer is & more amazing the One who opened His storehouse to send it to us! The following was written a few days before this refreshing rainfall arrived. Where have all the wildflowers gone… A song came to mind today for some reason along […]… Continue reading Dancing in the rain! — Tea With Jennifer…a cup of inspiration

Caught in confusion and uncertainty a bowl’s song draws my breath soothes my soul Thank you Patti for this week’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Simplicity via Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #91: Simplicity — Dancing to the Words

Dance, when you are furious,Dance, when you are optimistic,Dance, when you are exhausted,Dance, when you are self-reliant,Dance, when you are barbecuing,Dance, when you are glancing at stars,Dance, when you are understanding,Dance, when you are dreaming,Dance, when you are feeling,Dance, when you are exploring,Dance, when you are perceiving,Dance with thoughts, until you feel flawlessly free.It is […]… Continue reading Dancing with Thoughts — Priyanshi shah

Moon beams dancing upon rooftops How I wish I could join in Weary legs, broken feet Dance only in memories Moon beams competing with the sun No way to outshine that heated glory And I, with worn body feel her pain. She just doesn’t have it in her To light the world that way Moonbeams, […]… Continue reading Dancing in my dreams — chopkins2x3

One of my favorite parts of New Orleans was the people. They seem so colorful and interesting. via Dancing in the Streets — Milford Street

via Dreams of Dancing — landscapes and other abstractions

Nope, not that guy, this guy 😀 Happy Quarantine One Month Anniversary to ME. March 13 was the last time I left the house, so far so good. Living on a private backyard park helps, not bragging, just ‘splaining how it’s working for me, an introvert who’s been preparing for this her whole life ❤ via… Continue reading Dancing on the Ceiling Open Thread — The Crawdad Hole

And here we are, dancing in lockdown with our dancing friends. via Dancing in lockdown — Almost old in lockdown

I touch the computer screen, give you a virtual hug, shrinking the miles with smiles. Remember when I’d turn up the music and we’d dance, your child’s feet on mine? No close dancing now. I’m condemned to dance alone with too much space between. Kim M. Russell, 6th March 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]… Continue reading No more dancing — writing in north norfolk