Posted in Music Video, Musings, Photography, Poetry, Soul Journal, travel


Home is always where i am at the moment.

Then back to a routine. Wake up (no more early, summer-shiny mornings here in Massachusetts) make the coffee, pick up my pen and paper, drink three cups of that caffeine and sugary cream… it feels like a new beginning today. Everyday is technically a new beginning. But today is special. This trip to Iceland, has not even been over for 24 hours and the repercussions are over flowing.

I am grateful to come back to beauty. My yard is invigorating. I am settled here. This is home.

I am planning my day. First, picking up Louie… oh my! Cannot wait for his kisses. Then do my grocery shopping, finish unpacking, do laundry and decide how i spend my dearest time left in Massachusetts. There are numerous job opportunities i could pursue. And there is my writing, quilting, painting, photography that awaits. My projects are numerous. I am running in so many directions. I need a plan of action.

I wrote a few poems on the plane as i headed towards Boston… i would fall asleep to a new song i just love “ Your Ghost” by an Icelandic artist Axel Flovent (link below). He also performs traditional music. It was the only song i listened to for five hours going to Iceland and for five hours coming back to the states. The lyrics are beautiful and the music is soothing. While listening, i would wake up with words to write. I look forward to sharing those poems soon.

Or maybe i have changed. In more ways than the inner the peace i feel. Maybe i stop the rush. The urge to post emphatically. And i save the creations and share them in a chapbook. About Iceland. About love. About life. About us.

For now, i “Save the Words” to be savored. Let them be felt in your hand and caressed. Will they be like scratchy wool or silken sheets? Suppose it would depend how you are experiencing the world. Me? How am I experiencing the people around me? Quizzically. Too many are spouting their significance when none of us are significant while being bravely unique.

To this i say, i am learning to be happy while still realizing my creative work is a progress. I, myself, mentally am a piece of art. Formed and fashioned. Years of sorrow kept me hardened but today i am receptive to the sun. I no longer hide from the day but courageously face the good and bad that surrounds.


Posted in Advice, Art, Music Video, Musings, travel

Going on a trip…

Leaving this evening on a jet plane. So i most likely will be absent here… unless a lull happens. And boredom seeps in and i need mental stimulation and an outlet for my thoughts! (I will miss this place. And you.)

Since i over plan our trips, researching our destination, i gather lots of information. Here are a few of my favorite articles:

The Coffee of Civilization in Iceland

The magical and the elemental, from Halldór Laxness

A Book Lover’s Guide to Iceland

Reykjavik’s Laugavegur Best Shopping Street

And then, the most important question to ask, “What to wear while traveling Iceland?”

The Ultimate Packing List for Iceland

Finally, to get in the mood… Extreme Iceland: Music

My favorite song discovered (so far):

And a few more added to my iPhone Iceland Playlist…

Oh… and photographs. Yes, i bought a wide-angle lens for scenic vistas and rented a fish-eye lens for the Northern Lights. My daughter has given great advice regarding my photographing obsession and i will take it to heart… look up from your camera and soak it all in with eyes of a child. Here, the magic of life begins.

Iceland will be art to me. A washing of my soul, and a renewed mind, to tackle life in Massachusetts. Feeling blessed beyond belief to be alive. Do not give up… goodness exists.

Catch you on the other side of next week! ✈️😍❤️🇮🇸✌🏼🐳 🐑 🐎

Posted in Photography, Poetry, travel

Verse Herder (reblog) and my version of “i like birds”!

On a recent visit to Cape Cod and Wellfleet Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary i took to bird watching.

Belted Kingfisher

Here is a sampling of the 15 birds photographed and countless others i heard but never saw.

Synchronicity 2018

Switching continents…

Verse Herder’s blog is a showcase of birds you may never have a chance to see in person. I definitely recommend his blog if you love birds.

Asian Openbill Storks are prehistoric-looking birds. A common sight in many parts of the Indian subcontinent, they wade around in wetlands. Read the rest of Verse Herder’s post Why you should listen to your body.

Posted in Art, letters, Musings, Photography, Soul Journal, travel

i am not neglecting you. personal musings unleashed.

Sorry i have not had time to peruse your blogs. I am usually quite attentive. Of late i am swirling in personal obligations. Life is happening… again. I am fully alive and grateful to have passed through ten years of darkened days, oft taken for night. Days of sleep are now past. I am busy setting up a home in Massachusetts. Last week was spent in Cape Cod while our red oak floors were refinished. The floors are beautiful again. I am feeling beautiful too! 😍😘😊

Never have i felt so at peace. Not since Christmas 1990, when finally in 1995, i was awakened to grace and forgiveness… my rollercoaster emotions in 2008 took me drowning in feels of self-defeat. Grief. Guilt. Despair. A season of MDD with psychosis set in. Luckily minds change. So mine is too! For the better. A healing is happening in this house move.

I will get to your blogs. In time. I have not forgotten you. You matter. I will be by soon enough…

some of my time spent in art galleries…

Posted in Art, Photography, Poetry, travel

Art Galleries

good coffee
this morning
i made

reading a gallery guide
to provincetown
what studios should i tour

Drinking in-room, motel-brewed coffee while reading about local galleries… which ones to explore. I think it shall be Wellfleet MA today. Provincetown another day.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Soul Journal, travel

Here at last

Sigh. We finally made it to Boston! Well, on Wednesday we did.

I have been wakened from a deep slumber. It may have been a slow emerging but the move was not a gentle stirring. My life as i knew it has drastically shifted. I believe for the better.

While it seriously has been difficult to write I am content. The amount of pictures taken, sights heard and tasted, the feel of a place to call home, albeit only three months, is pure satisfaction.

I do miss my desk. Time spent alone. Next week will afford such space. Along with a chance to walk, pick up bus and T schedules, test out transportation options and go into Boston. Alone.

We took a drive yesterday to South Boston. Visited the Atlantic. Walked our Prince Louie! I tasted another bowl of New England Chowder. My first dive into tasting since moving here. On previous visits to Boston it was my goal to sample every restaurant’s chowder. Now I practically am in heaven with at least a monthly visit somewhere, to sample another bowl of creamy, buttery deliciousness.

Since we will only be at this location until the end of July, the majority of boxes were put in storage. I was met with quite a let down when i found out my paints, books and journals were placed on the wrong truck. What will i do until August?

I decided to bullet journal during these three lonely months and have been scavenging Pinterest for ideas. There are some mighty journalers out there. And a few on Instagram i follow. My Amazon package arrives Sunday and i can hardly wait to start doodling pages.

Today, an adventure awaits. A pizza tour of the North End. Our oldest daughter, who has lived in Boston five years, will join us to sample Boston’s Little Italy flavors with a few historic stops to hear stories of famous places and people who made Boston possible.

View of Boston from Castle Island in the Boston Harbor. It was quite the dreary day.

Prince Louie 💗 loves me!