Photography: Spring Awakening #1

As I mentioned in my latest post, I was able to recently run off to the gardens.  The moments were a bit short lived, but you have to grab onto every chance for joy.  I was glad to go and so glad to see so many things changing.   The good news is that the…

The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem

In the silence of the forest Do we walk quickly? Treading the path Like many – How many miles? How many miles ahead And how many left behind? Or do we tarry A little longer And dwell in the moments Replayed in every single step In the silky voice of the wind In the crunch…

At Home Among the Flowers

When asked, “Where do you belong,”  I can’t help but think among the flowers.  Spring is my favorite time of year… a time of renewal and rebirth.  There’s just something about it that speaks to me, perhaps because I feel that winter is a time for more internal, quiet, contemplation.  Spring is, well… possibility.  …

Beauty Suffers in Silence, a poem

  I spotted this image in my folder this morning and reminisced on our last visit to the gardens.  While I was able to get the two youngest finished with school three weeks early (yes, I was desperate for a break), the two older kiddos are still slaving away.  I so long for a quiet…

Photography: Shadows of Silence

There are fewer moments of silence sometimes, and thought they are more spread apart, their value does not go unnoticed.  It’s just that rare.  Things have been a whirlwind of busyness, with the kids growing so quickly, school and house demands, and the wonderful flu that has somehow hit our house 4 times this year. …

Photography: Spring Has Found Her Song (Post #4)

We’ve had another round of flu at our house.  It wouldn’t be so bad, but the weather has been off as well (snowing this week and last) so we’ve been stuck indoors with people coughing all over and sneezing.  Not my idea of fun, but what can you do?   I am looking forward to…

Clothe You in My Shadow, a poem

  I want to Lean with you In the silent Passage of time, Wrap my meaning Beneath the reflection Of your ways I long to echo The constant Beating Of your heart And hold you close… Hold you close…. Colors Mean nothing Without the touch Of your soul And sunshine Shall warm me not Without…

Feeling Free, Being Me ( a poem)

  I’ll make no excuses For I breathe the way I breathe And I feel with utmost longing. It matters not, The way I hold my brush Nor the way I Paint my scene Were it that Everyone saw In black and white I shall dance beneath The neon lights Of summer’s spawning Unaware –…

When a Dear Friend Touches Your Heart: She (a poem)

  She She stands tall. She wears an unwavering smile, for though sometimes uncertain, she is willing to brave the unknown for beauty lingers beneath her breaths and she cannot help but notice your smile all the encouragement needed to unleash her kindness her fragrant scent of unabash’ed love and acceptance swirling among the dusky…

Photography: Spring Has Found Her Song (Post #3)

Oh how I was looking forward to going out today to the gardens to take photographs.  For the past many weeks people have been sick.  For two weeks, it was my husband.  A week of peace in which I got to go outdoors every single day for nice long walks in the park and then…

On the Beach of My Imagination

Here I am, alone I hide from my own shadow I dance, I play – I am alive And I bask in the glow of setting sun Sand pushed between my toes And I can’t help but wonder How many How many And could I possibly count them all And the beauty of the moment…

Daily Post Photography Challenge: Spring Awakening

Spring is a time of awakening not only, does the earth come to life but its creatures return to beautify the scene. The wind whispers with intent – as pollen fills the swollen blue skies of longing and the sun’s rays shine down upon the growing buds the branches dangling heavily, pregnant with promise. I…