Another day, I would have pocketed this gem, and gathered a few more, with dreams of painting them gold for Christmas along with the grandchildren – laughter and silliness filling the air. This year, I will leave it be, except for the photograph. The Christmas decorating goes on without us. We are chasing the golden […]
Buying time –resetting the dial,deviating from the norm… a healing place, here we go again,600 miles from home,recharging batteries… this might have beenan un-lived life. (My challenge this week is to make poetry from previous post titles. For this one, I chose to select only the titles that related to our recent journey.)
In the late 1980’s, I began to study the psychology of dream interpretation as offered by our local university. One of the exercises our professor recommended when doing dream work, was to give each recorded dream a title, and then periodically list those titles, in order, to elicit new understanding. The assumption behind the exercise […]
Six feet across, spread the heron’s wingsgreat, grey appendages in slow flight Some wings are camouflaged, propelinsect bodies who hover within sight. A Monarch’s wings are stained-glass delicatewith each flutter, sprinkle fantasies of delight. (For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week challenge: things with wings.)
Remember lush days,pops of purple in summer’sblessed vibrancy? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. We are on the road right now, no guarantee of photos, so I’m submitting this one from brighter days.)
Imagine the courage –to flow freely –make a splash! undaunted by outer noise –neither rush, nor gush –totally unabashed Afraid I’d have to reset time,go back to simpler days –undo this lived crash. (Submitted to Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Splash, and V.J.’s weekly challenge: un-lived lives.)