Wordless Wednesday #2
woods
woods to myself a disciplined dancer knowing a poet veer to his path stumble along flounder land a fish learn the ropes always get up again There are days of being lost in the woods, not knowing the fate, but just being a wanderer – That’s life -Anonymous My truth at the moment… the freedom…
Fairy Flower
FOTD Challenge -Cee’s Blog
silent mode (haiku)
boots trample the snow hexagonal brilliant flakes lightly grace the sky
Teaching myself… (Veiled Love)
first attempt Veiled Love Let me join in dreams Stir a night of stars Lost! my way in thoughts of you Honeyed, sullen skies. ———– Teaching myself to make felted landscapes. Landscape. —noun a section or expanse of rural scenery, usually extensive, that can be seen from a single viewpoint.
Thursday Door(s)
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…
drum circle (seasons)
leaves at war with mother earth holding tightly to birth winter winds gusty march triumphant spring
communion of souls
wish i understood perhaps, i do deep inside light eminates a bushel covered instincts reside beside, i fathom the mystery of life… to shine! the grumblings of earth, surface lay bare the charred forest scattered to four corners the huddled masses break free and rejuvinate spirit… to be! communion of souls, breathe a hush spreads…
Drum Circle
A new experience presented itself within a community to celebrate positive energy. This was most of the group’s first time being together. The hour started with rhythmic drum beats mimicking the heart’s life force. There were 15 of us, each with a drum and another percussion instrument. This video is the third of four sets,…
It is as if…
Where to start? It is as if my life is being lived in one day… with no way to slow down. Juggling between need-to-do and want-to-do and compromising. All this beauty is descending upon my head in rocket speed… the town i have moved to is bursting at the seems with poetry and dance. Harvard…
