A Flower’s Got Beauty, but Have You Ever Seen Her Smile? (Post 1)

I know this may sound strange, but I believe flowers have personality.  Some may not be easily seen, but others just sing like no other.  It is evident in their lean, their poise, their and skyward gaze.  I realized this especially while at the gardens this past week.  Strolling among the rows of flowers, I…

Touching Hope, a Reverse Nonet

  Sometimes I enjoy writing a Reverse Nonet.  I have been known to enjoy writing them also in their original form, but for some reason this form seems easier for me.  Perhaps it is just more natural for me to start with one word and then expand on that 🙂  I hope you enjoy!  …

Learning to Find Myself in the Silence, a poem

    I have ridden the sheltered sound of silence draped myself in the cloak of solace washed my feet in the shores of thoughtful contemplation and I have come into myself – a little more. I have come to find my thoughts a little less muddled perhaps unpressured, by the sands of time dripping…

Photography: Seeking Solace in Summer Gardens (Post #1)

Well, we are finally back.  Truth be told… we’ve been back for a week but somehow I could not manage the desire to post.  Somehow, I still needed to dwell in the silence of summer.  I guess school with the kids takes a lot out of me.  To find myself having thoughts again (said with…

I Need to Feel Weightless, a poem

  The wind whisks me away in a precarious dance and I accept robes flowing ripple in the wind and my arms are open wide. I need to feel weightless where the sorrows of the world won’t come crashing down where the rush of waves fill my tranquil heart with song and I can find…

Photography: Lost in the Scent of Another Garden (Post #5)

We are going off the grid for a week or so – trying to enjoy the last of summer before school starts in a short three weeks.  Hoping to return energized, refreshed, and ready to take on schooling again!  Sorry for those of you who have noticed my silence.  It is not intentional.  This is…

The Weight of a White Rose, a poem

  What is in the weight Of the white rose, Darling? For though I find it Gently clasped Between my hands I still ache To understand – I want to smell Its fragrance, Pungent and sweet. Understand its lines, Flowing rivers Of petaled beauty, Folded edges Released atop Bowed curves. I am enraptured By its…

Photography: Garden Dreams in Black and White (Post #2)

I thought today would be a good opportunity to see from a different point of view. Most often, I love to immerse myself in the colors of the gardens – being swept up by the lush greens, the dazzling pinks and yellows, the crisp whites. I often overlook the beauty of black and white photographs….

Photography: Finding Beauty in the Unusual

I have one favorite photograph that I have never shared.  I cannot explain why I really love this photo, only to admit that I do.  It is unusual for me – given that my chosen view is often flowers, mountains, or some other natural beauty.  So here she is…     I think what I…

Finding the Courage to Shine, a poem

  Silent star, it is as if I understand your wistful conversation. I hear the yearning in the accented syllables of your speech, The verbs with which you shape your sentences in the trill of your r’s, in your redolent display much like a jewel in the darkened sky – you are a beacon leading…

Photography: Lost in the Scent of Another Garden (Post #4)

Another walk down memory lane – in my favorite location, the botanic gardens.  Looking over these photos, I can’t help but be romanced by their beauty.  I have not been to the gardens all week.  I have finally finished cleaning EVERYTHING!  Well, you know – most everything 🙂  I am thrilled that I have gotten…

Pictures From My Backyard, a poem

  We grew up in a world that knew no borders no gates to separate the neighbors, just miles and miles of blue skies. A beautiful vista with dreams of green as far as the eye can see and views of the mighty river meandering through the landscape. Rows and rows of corn stand in…