Posted in Photography, Poetry

Oceans

salt sprays of pleasure
ghosting footprints in sieved sands
waves of indulgence

June 8 is world ocean day. And what better way to show appreciation of the ocean’s influence in our lives than to capture the day in photographs.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Chamomile

First Harvest May 25, 2022
delightful season
center in on your mellow
keep being the light

“Restrain an inordinate desire for knowledge, in which is found much anxiety and deception. Learned men always wish to appear so, and desire recognition of their wisdom. But there are many matters, knowledge of which brings little or no advantage to the soul.” —Thomas A. Kempis

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry, Soul Journal

Do not despair

Sunny days are here again
darkness pervades air 
sheltering prayer covers face
one more night to bare

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss – an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. – is sure to be noticed. —Søren Kierkegaard

Have you noticed yourself slipping into the quiet of thought? What can you do to keep yourself afloat? Who answers your call when you shout?

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry
Coffee and thoughts shroud me.
The leaves
all fallen to the ground
except one.

golden leaf dangles
the dulled scissors make a way
potent thoughts preserved


The wonderment of stored thoughts
written on that lone leaf left;
collected nutrients to carry my body
through the winter months.

This picture was taken over a month ago, from my writing room, as electric company trucks rolled down our street, trimming lofty branches. This process of trimming secures our light for when snowfall or winds threaten to leave us in the dark.

I was working indoors, on my vision board, cutting out images. This process of scissoring magazines is a muse to a dormant mind. Freedom stands out as the most impactful map Ive drawn. To follow the freedom trail, entails not second-guessing any element of this vision. But rather flowing with the river’s current.

At the same time as my vision board, I put together a gratitude collage, on the other side. It feels wonderful to know where Ive been. It helps me realize that despite bad feelings, there exists hope.

And since I am superstitious, I won’t be posting any pictures of the boards. Lest my prayers fall short of the outcome.

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My View in the Evening

Autumn 2020
Morning overture
trek shore of eternal soul
don the evening’s shawl

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir

People. We are complicated and simple. We are shy and rowdy. We are there in the city and here in the country. We are seen and invisible. We exist and then die.

We are, in the quiet pause, an eruption. And will always be the star.