Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
Wrapped in reptilian attire, changeclimbs aboard my well-intentioned schemelike a boa constrictor – disarming me I am more inconvenienced than repulsed –after all, snake is my power animal,Or so the seer said…many years ago Days when I would wear the scalycomportment of power – invitetransformation- my essence a seeker But I am trying to settle […]
Met a bear who proclaimed himself to be a man;knew the instant I spotted him – lumberinggait approaching – that he was an animal,feared for my safety, would have retreated stayed at my mother’s side – sheltered infamiliarity – were I not so fixated on hisblatant woundedness. Sympathy blindingsensibility, i listened, hypnotized by the whiteness […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Our caveman/woman history still resides within I’d guess … back then, when most took shelter in some sort of hole, there must’ve been also the ones who didn’t like being cooped up, who wished to be out under the stars or clouds, exploring with eyes as well as imagination. Your post has me questioning my preferences — I like both — if I HAD to choose, probably I’d hole up in a smallish cave. Maybe shaped like an Airstream …
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Ha ha – definitely an Airstream. Clan of the Cavebears – that’s what you reminded me of
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I thought of something…check out my latest posting on my blog page. Do you and your husband do the “geocaching” hunts?
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https://www.geocaching.com
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I responded on your blog – that photo is exquisite. We are both mobility challenged, so don’t geocache, but I went with my daughter in healthier days – such a great idea.
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Interesting thoughts. The unseen is intriguing…a desire to know more is within each of us…it pushes us to explore and ponder within our minds and within the physical world to discover.
I was thinking about the light and dark in your photos…can there be light without dark…can there be dark without light? Within dark holes and crevices, worlds of life exist…life that may not even be aware that we exist, if we’ve left their spot alone.
There’s a canyon in Colorado that in the spring…at just the right moment of the sun in the day, one can see writings left hundreds of years ago upon the wall…once the sun has moved just a bit, you can’t see it. Pretty amazing…did the authors know that their writing would be hidden for the majority of the time? I searched for the name of it…was almost sure it was called Picture Canyon…but when I looked that up, it doesn’t look right….
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That is amazing – you sound like me – always questioning.
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