I updated my site again. The second time this year. These new beginnings are another chance at survival. Embracing what I will become while accepting the current condition of my heart and soul.
I gently ease into this new idea of me. Playing around with logistics until it feels like home.
This is where I am. Wabi-Sabi. An imperfect ideal of being me.
To tend the minute
winding details around time
mapping each morsel
Nothing stays long enough to know. —Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems
My head aches with worried words
the squirrels chattering all day long
it is “nuts” i say
to play this way
so i venture on.
And in the view
I capture two
spaces, far and near
my heart feels lost
the cost too much
and time wonders why.
Is it Spring
that welcomes us
dancing in the street
where no one drives
the coast is clear
your feet travel far.
I loved you once
and tried again
to be brushed aside
rushing for the sun
where all darkness hides.
I forgot green runs too
so long they last
the brown songs past.
We once walked single file
holding beaded pearls
and slowly
I let go the rope.
Atop the rocky hill blooms one exquisite Lady Slipper. She, a Spring passage to Summer, and I haven’t switched over my Winter clothes.
Three days later pink color appears. Her cheeks ruddy and weathered from sunlight. She glows. A rare sight to behold. A lady has her ways.
The intricate life of the North American orchid ‘Cypripedium acaule’ fascinates. The flower lures bees with smell and color. Once inside the pouch, the bee realizes the store is empty and has only one way out. With such news, the trapped bee scurries to find the exit sign, whereupon pollen deposits and collects. https://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/plant-of-the-week/cypripedium_acaule.shtml
What do people know about us? Separate from what we have told, how can others know us? What symbiotic relationships do we pursue in order to fruit?
I can’t keep the magic
happening
while the sky peels
back the gray.
Instead, I make an appointment
to speak to Dr. Such
and so the moment
melts away.
Same scene. Second glance. A vision that keeps turning my head. To walk the valley is difficult. To rise above circumstances, a feat.
The answers to life are buried deep inside each of us. It is the voices we tend to hear that promise love or hope or gifts that steer us off course. We tremble at conflict and derision and loss.
What magic do you hold inside that keeps you moving toward a goal? And when do you become an enemy to prized dreams and visions? What setbacks or traps have you allowed to sabotage your destination?
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
W.B. Yeats
To taste the air.
To know the wind.
To watch a bird
take flight
and welcome home
freedom’s fight.
To touch the ground’s
growing heartbeat.
To know our day’s bleak
as we are weak
to ever soar above.
If we understood each waking hour, what sound emerges for us? What lays at the edge of every step we take? Is freedom ever found?
The glimmer of hope rings true until the descent brings one closer. So how does one revive the home fire when all the logs are burnt?
I hope to continue Abandoned Voices through a series of photos that capture thoughts and answer questions. This being the first photograph, edited.
Look deep within
to find the shape of you.
In the bliss of life, we sail.
Although nightmares prevail.
Dreams are doors to the unconscious. Yesterday’s dream had no picture. Audio only.
I know I had this dream as someone let me know I was in a euphoric state of happiness while deeply unaware. In this state, I released small sighs of glee and excitement.
I do remember the emotions now after being questioned this morning. I was reminded of the experience and I want to understand more. I searched for imageless dreaming and found relatively little on the subject.
So what would an awareness of life be like if we never sensed objects? What door would mean anything? Every step would be a transport to eternity.
So sleep well friends. Rest a while and may you be blessed with sweet dreams. Sound fantasy without image to bitter the taste.
Have any of you ever had such dreams? I am curious if anyone has leads to read further on the subject. Please send links!!! 😘❤️
