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.)
Blue is longing,for summer lakesand clear skies –a promise of forever It is the subtle hueof whimsical magicon wings that fly Blue is tuxedo perfectiona gift wrapped in perpetualsong, iridescent delight. (Submitted for Nancy Merrill’s, A Photo a Week Challenge: blue)
At fifty-nine, I was certain that I knew myself – accomplished, defined and established – but illness changed the framework from which my remaining time would unfold. I became a non-entity in my former career, and a ghost to friends. My children mourned the loss of their vibrant mother and settled into lowered expectations. […]