Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Hold fast to the light, so in times of darkness, upon the mind's eye, the golden can shed brightness and flood the shadows that form inside us. Hold fast to hope, so in times of despair, the wings of doves and angels can fill the air to lift us up when doubt ensnares. Hold fast … Continue reading Hold Fast to Hope
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say, and that light framing the shadows fills me with hope, but it's the golden emerging, its illumination reflected from the gates of heaven, that hushes my soul. The silver, it seems, dries my tears, and the golden produces them, for one eases my fears, … Continue reading Light in the Clouds
Is it the colors or clouds or water that draws me here? I think it is losing all I think I know in exchange for the Great Unknown eliminating my fears. When it all builds up, I flee to the sea to speak to Almighty Majesty and offer it up, the waves like His reach, … Continue reading Fleeing to the Sea
When I feel called to the water, I do not hesitate. I trust in the inner urges that so subtly pull me toward my fate, less Moirai, more the plan of one God supreme; nonetheless, the benevolent forces of nature like a current I feel running beneath the surface of me. Upon arrival this … Continue reading Midweek Rainbow
White sand, like freshly fallen snow but silky and warm between my toes, with the tracks of footprints of those with wings and treasure-like, mermaid-like, secret offerings crossing paths, the prints, the seabirds on the shore in the panoply of colors of the setting sun and with them, my imagination soars. I am filled with … Continue reading The Sea Seeps into Me
I will never tire of morning birdsong, the daily rising of the sun, the ways the rays beam between trees, the clouds that form in such artistry, the freedom flaunted in wildflowers, all the colors of twilight hours, the breezes that rouse my desires, the stars that kindle my dreams afire, for as long as … Continue reading I Will Never Tire
The winds arrive and excite the waves, even the green line up about the bay, my car detours the same way, all of us drawn to bid farewell in reverence to the last light of day, casting down in glorious display, the awe once ingrained can never be washed away, to witness the heavens on … Continue reading To Witness the Heavens
Something compelled me to the sea this morning to bear witness to the last sunrise of the year. This song was in already in my head... https://youtu.be/VqW-eO3jTVU All images in this post are mine and, believe or not, unedited. slowly emerging this first light of day and last– end of year sunrise ©LauraDenise
Soundless snowflakes, silent night, white star lights faintly decorate the sky, and I keep my eyes and heart open wide, close my mind, still time... Every night painted fresh by the brush of His breath, O holy night granted to the blessed witness... I look up, and my center calms, spirits lift and … Continue reading Silent Night
The thing about matters of the heart and soul is that they are buried deep. The thing about the search for home is that it is a destination we cannot, in this life, reach. But the matters of the heart and soul are hidden clues we are meant to unearth in time. Some are … Continue reading Matters of the Heart and Soul
