Taking time to be away the pressure of knowing or hearing or tasting the bitter bark, ground into medicineleaves megathering last years fortune cookie papersto smoke the airfree of civilization’sawkward crawl home.Note: I am taking time away from being online. Reaching out to see how my fellow WP’ers are handling the state of affairs.
watchthe worldgo whirling byin streaked colors ofcandied double vision gone awry—cry
The seenand unseenspar in the heavens.In our heartsa war tendstoward raging thoughts.I have neverbeen at home on earth.I have never longed to birth a life.The pathtangled with eruptionbent my neck downward.Hell duga pit to burymy silent confession.
The heart is the door to your soul. What doors do you require to walk through, to understand yourself? Your neighbor’s door? Your back door? A stranger’s door? Jesus said, ‘I am the door’ (John 10:7) in order to make it clear that no one can come to the Father except through Him. The churchContinue reading “Thursday Doors (Open or Shut)”
HEMINGWAY DAQUIRI | 11 Papa’s favorite. A slightly tart variation on a classic. the heart all along poisonious water to drown soul scorched by star fire Photography challenges @Dutch goes the Photo For Guy Ferrari eats visit The Lone Star Taco Bar in Allston, MA. Then head over next door and try Deep Ellum for great ginContinue reading “Wordless Wednesday (gone Wordy!)—Scale”
billowing danceratop dew drops of willowdrawn map of past breath
a path of voicesretrieve the warm clues scatteredyour time approaches I have never stayed with one theme on my blog for very long. This is my third consecutive week to post a “Week in Review: B&W”. Progress? Calm in my chaos? If nothing else, a personal record! 🙂 A week in review. A visit toContinue reading “Week in Review: B&W”
trace through our shadoweyes manipulate the sunbodies twisted ‘round
Jeanne©️ time passes the grail rusted nails held against me squeaky hinges fail This bird and I. The eyes capture all. His advice? Don’t shut the door on seeing. Listen, and the mystery of life will rise up to greet you. There is no greater act than to love. Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors
His words appearedas green shootsin frozen brownand I waltzed intothe memory of smell,a fragrance he once woreon the crisp autumn air. The seasoning chimes and the raw breath released,he floated away with mecurving through the cumulusand running breeze.