She Whispers Her Beautiful Scent, a poem

  Spring was born to disobey the winter where curled leaf begets new form and silent shadows beneath the leaning trees now creep with promise. Their breath reeks of growth and birth and quiet longing. You hear not the stretch of leaf or stem but when you pause in the stillness you can see it….

Photography: I Left My Heart Near the Ocean (Post #2)

I thought you would not mind if I shared more of my photos from way back when in California.  I get to a point where I terribly miss the waves, the sand, and the sea.  I haven’t been in a few years – so to cure my ailment, I am looking through old photos.  …

Daily Post Photo Challenge: Waiting for Water’s Return

A few years ago we visited California during winter break.  During that time, we visited the tide pools each and every day.  For me, it is hard to imagine the cycle of things in this wondrous vast ocean – but we witnessed many of them while on our little journey.  One day we went out…

The Peculiar Scent of My Ways, a poem

  I want you to taste the peculiar scent of my ways they way the sun’s rays shine beneath my wings I cannot fly I cannot fly No, I cannot fly but my beauty soars from the tips of my fragile petals opened and welcoming to sway among the breeze to tease to please the…

Photography: I Left My Heart Near the Ocean (Post #1)

In case anyone has not noticed it yet, I love nature.  Surprise!  I feel most at peace in the depths of silence only found in nature.  It is the one true moment, I hear my own voice and listen more closely to the voice of the beauty that surrounds me.  It is those moments that…

We Are Lost and We Just Don’t Know It, a poem

We are lost and We just don’t know it We cry out in the dark of night Yet hear no other sound And we fail to see there’s light In the moon and the stars To guide us gently home. We are lost and We just don’t know it For mighty men, we stand real…

You Are Not Welcome Here, a poem

  The earth has learned To anticipate The ebb and flow Of our anger Arising somehow, From the ashes And the dust Of yesteryear – Ill-conceived truths That refuse to bear witness They no longer served us then Than now Save to fuel purpose With our fists. Let us lay claim While the world Is…

Photography: Seeing Solace in Summer Gardens (Post #4)

I’m stuck between moments again, waiting out getting the camera fixed.  At one moment, I was able to capture all that I see and now I have to hold more of that in, hoping I can remember it all.  It’s not as bad as it seems.  Being around nature at all is a blessing, but…

Tell the Immigrants We’re Sorry, a poem

  They travelled Hundreds of miles To get here Their world’s belongings Strung across their backs Sometimes they’d carry A child Or someone too weak – The dust would barely Settle beneath their feat And they would carry on. They carried hope With every step No matter how hard The path may have seemed They…

Photography: Seeking Solace in Summer Gardens (Post #3)

I know I’ve been quiet lately.  The kids were all sick for over a week (fortunately not all at the same time) but instead spread out so that each of them complained about dying 🙂  Somehow, I was fortunate enough not to get sick, despite all their effort in coughing and sneezing all over me,…

Autumn’s Return, a poem

  Open my eyes To the scent of morning Silken dewdrops glisten Across shimmering steel trellises Skillfully strung between Blades of grass And fallen leaves. Now yellowed, They grace the ground With their beauty Not yet stiff, Still curled at the edges They lay silent Seeking rest – Signaling a season’s Slow retreat And the…

The Priceless Beauty of Every Moment

      Each moment is priceless.  As the days stretch into years I think I have learned that more than anything.  I cherish the simple moments, watching my children grow and learn.  I feel blessed that I am able to spend most of my day with them.   Homeschooling is a challenge.  Don’t ever…