As a young girl in high school, and boarding school I recalled singing this song in assembly
Each man`s joy is joy to me
Each man`s grief is my own
We need one another, so I will defend
Each man as my brother
Each man as my friend”
Some wildflower I captured while roving with my camera
It meant nothing to me then, but as I got older the words resonated in more ways than one. Artists or creative people, tend to have quirks not many will understand. I have often said ” I walk alone”…and I enjoy being alone. To my mother ( now deceased), I am an introvert, yes, I like to go off in that place where no one else is allowed, and then bring something beautiful out. I can be a social butterfly when I want (but honestly, then I feel like I am on a stage, so it does not happen often)
Over the years I realized I am not an island…..Think for a moment about an island, it is surround by water, but under the surface it is connected to a greater mass of land, (the earth) though seemingly isolated it is connected.
We may stand alone as an island but we are part of something greater.
VP Holmes Art 
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