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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...