I’ve spent years fighting for a seat at the table, for my voice to be heard, and for the life I knew I deserved but was too scared to fully dream about.
Well this structure could also be a tent, with soft sides. Folding chairs and fellowship tables loaded with potato salad, fried chicken and cherry cobblers. This could be a reunion. Just open the curtains.
I love your imagination! This is folk art rendering of a small church nestled in a valley of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It’s missing doors and windows, a visual metaphor for the experience I lived as a minister’s wife.
A door, perhaps the door should be open, inviting you to come in.
Exactly. Shoot me an email with mailing address where you want to receive your free print.
The door is missing. (Wasn't sure were to answer)
bingo! Be sure to go to the link above , then came back here to tell me wich print ya want. I will print this one and the other, send together. Yay!
Nothing
Are you certain about that? How does a person get in?
Well this structure could also be a tent, with soft sides. Folding chairs and fellowship tables loaded with potato salad, fried chicken and cherry cobblers. This could be a reunion. Just open the curtains.
I love your imagination! This is folk art rendering of a small church nestled in a valley of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It’s missing doors and windows, a visual metaphor for the experience I lived as a minister’s wife.
What a wonderful painting and metaphor. So glad you made an exit for yourself!
Thx. It seems we could sit around a fire pit and swap stories
The door is missing! And you have definitely ' Crashed the Gate'