What am i doing here this morning? Did i not say i was gone from WP? Well a thought entered my head after reading a post in a closed group i belong to on FB… and decided to share here as well. So, what is the group? Survivors of Suicide. A group i did not…
Look. Do you see? This picture of me. Look. I once stood in such a door. My vow to not share. My sacred word. My vagrant thoughts. I break the rules. So am i desperate against myself? I truly want to be alone. Do you believe me? I think not. What will any of this…
what becomes of summer when it is the air we dread anticipation as the ripples form ice yesterday was common now all sound releases energy to gas bend near, dear scrape the fear leave marks of roots tangled your reaching fingers on high tide stir the memories deep inside glass houses and yellow rooms gleaming…
never thought of wishes bad memories is all when words carved of wood petrified stone perched on oak branches stop the dangling swing push her legs, pumping of sprouted wing the sun made all the difference in a light rest lying in a dark tomb of books she turned the pages gently, torn worn of…
Call me mad, crazy, or whatever you like… but i have a theory. Being out in the greater world, beyond social media, i witness polite calmness. People caring for each other. Yesterday morning I hiked with the Boxborough Birders and witnessed a phenomenon i thought was all but disappeared. The ocean wave phenomenon where natural…
Realized i have not put up any of my door pictures of late… so, cheers, to the WP door fanatics… and quote gurus. “And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.” -A.A. Milne…
leaves at war with mother earth holding tightly to birth winter winds gusty march triumphant spring
Philosophy Through Photography a beautiful blog, you should check out, had invited me to participate in a three-day lyrics challenge… which i am completing in one day. Who doesn’t like music, right? so… i willingly, without so much as a struggle, played along and saved songs from neglect… and resurrected words, so good… healing to…
so i was tagged to participate in a 3-day lyrics challenge and thank you to Philosophy Through Photography for inviting. i am cheating on this challenge because i am posting day two, before day one is over. my reasoning is that i may not be here tomorrow… well, i maybe here on earth… but absent…
