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Ronna Bloom

I am a writer with seven books of poetry. My book: A POSSIBLE TRUST is just out.  #poetry #photography #meditation #bookstadon #writing #writer #art ronna@ronnabloom.com

We are entering peak green.

Looking out an old fashioned window into trees and sun

On a walk where i've never been.

#silentsunday #MondayMotivation

Morning rain, choral concert.

Love is the whole thing.

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#silentsunday #reflections

A portrait orientated image of reed stems and their distorted reflections on choppy water, almost a black & white except the pale gold stems.

Is that ... sun?

#silentsunday #sun

Art and nature in conversation

Abdelkader Benchamma / Pond
#Art #Painting #Nature #HarbourfrontCentre

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Bedraggled. All day it has rained: a steady, cold rain that gets through the skin and into your bones. January above the Teign Gorge on #Dartmoor
#photography #photooftheday #MastoArt

A solitary birch stands in the mist and gloom, weighed down by rain

Hey #poetrycommunity who are the ecstatic #poets of our time?

Thinking Rumi, Hafiz. But who now? Who is writing ecstatic poetry grounded in the material suffering of now?

#Reading #readingcommunity #Writing #writerscoffeeclub #writers #Poetry

#silentsunday #CatsOfMastodon

Morning sit in the ravine.

#silentsunday #thursday #holysit #meditation #grief #love

Path, neither happy nor sad.

A place to rest

Walking the labyrinth

#silentsunday #thunderbay #ontario

later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered  everywhere everywhere everywhere.
 Warsan Shire
 #Poem #Poetry #Politics #todayspoem

@bookgaga @juliancday 😘x 2

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Ronna Bloom. #todayspoem

Just This

A friend says she thinks we're not wired for this much intimacy, for knowing so much about so many lives. Last week I joined her in the group she runs, all the women survivors of violence: one-off randomness and deliberate consistent relentless assault. She is gentle in the room almost whispers and this is what she offers: a space for them to speak or not, to cry or not, to leave or not, to listen. It sounds cliché but the space for pain is underrated.

A voice in me was crying: this is what I always wanted my family to be, just this: a room and five people in it, and enough quietness to hold all the shrieking or all the fear or all the desire or all the love, a room with people in it.

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