Friday, June 24, 2016

{Hidden}

“...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...” ― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Friday, June 10, 2016

{Rosegardens}

“...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...” ― John Geddes

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

{Dreamcatchers}

“Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.”-virginia woolf
It's no secret I love flowers but I'm not very versed in their names. I'll often have fun making up names based on what they look like to me. I thought these beauties..when I finally realized they were real, mind you, because from a distance they did not appear so...looked like saucers. As if they were made to catch and hold things dropped into their hands. Similar to Poppies, their texture appeared like tissue paper which was fascinating since they held their structure so well. Especially with all the rain and wind we have had here. Lately, I seem to be noticing and appreciating the backs of flowers as well. That just seems odd but if you really look at a flower I think it really is not odd at all...Just a different view. Which I'm all about. Which is no secret either!

Sunday, June 5, 2016

{Clearing in the Rubble}

A garden inside me, unknown, secret,
neglected for years,
the layers of its soil deep and thick.
Trees in the corners with branching arms
and the tangled briars like broken nets.

Sunrise through the misted orchard,
morning sun turns silver on the pointed twigs. 
I have woken from the sleep of ages and I am not sure
if I am really seeing, or dreaming,
or simply astonished
walking toward sunrise
to have stumbled into the garden
where the stone was rolled from the tomb of longing.
 --David Whyte "An Easter Morning in Whales"
I post these pictures in honor of the sun that has made it's way out after a rather gloomy week. But it's such a beautiful poem and speaks to me more than just the sun of course...

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

{Once Upon a Time}

"Longing is not a mind game and that is why I’ve always trusted it. Longing is raw, longing is real; it makes one listen and be attentive to what’s inside. There is mad honesty in longing. So mad that it feels suitable. It is very suitable for me, I’m telling you – I don’t even want to write it or write about it, I want to be it."-Anne Sexton
Oh there are just some days, weeks or years I don't want to be an adult. I'd prefer to float down the river, Huck Finn style, no responsibilities. Getting rid of it all. Just roam. In ourselves we are all our ages at once, so I suppose the last few weeks I've had the maturity of a 12 year old. Where, I recall, you have this world in front of you, oozing with possibility. But you got these lame parents holding you back. And now, I'm not too sure what I'm trying to say. Maybe I need a vacation, or to buy a floatie and lay in a pool. It's summer, it does it to me. This nice weather with it's open air.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

{Streetside}

“I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.” ― Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, May 22, 2016

{Garnishes}

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.” ― Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works