Happy Sunday! It’s a good morning. Because I have the amazing blessing of deciding how I fill my day. What a gift. What freedom. What power. What will I select from the generous menu to construct this day? First, I choose mental and emotional peace. What brings me balance? Writing. Nature. God. Companionship. I have … Continue reading Building a Good Day
Many specific, powerful moments have I captured at the beach, with and without a lens, that live in me so vividly, there to be called upon on a whim whenever I need them. Two of these are my images “Pigeon on the Pier” and “Sunflowers in the Sand,” their lessons, how they resonated with me, … Continue reading Sea Feathers and Leaves
Freedom of the spirit, the release of the heart, lies within us all in that potential-spark; beneath the scars, wrapped in chains, the whisper persists guarded by brain, but only the heart knows the direction, can guide the way, to authentic ever-after. Hear the fear to track its source. Defeat the wraith. … Continue reading Where It Soars
I decide where and when I go next. I've always had wings but never realized I, alone, am the pilot.
My hands are free. It is an odd feeling to be gripping so tightly nothing, but not like previous free falling. My feet are steady. The fears, the desperations, have fled, leaving me drama free. I have landed in such a strange new land. My muses, even, have retreated, not in abandonment, but belief that … Continue reading This Strange New Land
I am usually natural, only find myself in nature, but if I were synthetic right now, I'd be a little red balloon filled with helium with a long white ribbon attached on a blue-sky, white-cumulous sort of day. I am light for once and colorful, rising rising toward the light sneaking away from an old … Continue reading Little Red Balloon