Posted in Photography, Poetry

Far and Wide Her Wings Spread

Whispered Myth
Just below the surface lies
a weathered heart
shriveled from windscape
and bolting sun
harassed by a fury mind
full of horrid song.

Hear the chorus
beating the ceremony drum?
Notice the rustling grasses
break free from their dying arms?
Her nest, airborne
now drifting on the waves
of an endless tomorrow.

Where to land
where to roost
no lover to confess
her secrets saved
for stone arrest
in silent reverie.
Posted in Photography, Poetry, quotes, Soul Journal

My Promise Garden

There exists a place
where grace imparts
a smile on every face.

Where flowers bloom
and chicks do roam
and honeybees buzz about.

The woods they speak
of you and me
we set a spot of tea.

The wild creatures
come and romp
dance so gaily.

And in the end
our heads will root
between the dappled sun.

I am always grateful the days depression departs my soul. Today I feel free… How are you? 🙏🏼💙🌊

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Dance Upon the Waters

Wayward Be. Being Me.
Because life is random.
What of the melting snow
and drifting sand?
He ponders the arrows
of a cloud’s gripping hand.
Watches wind shake her hair.

To spy the girl
steady on the cliff
she guards a boat
where sea roses bloom
honorably for self and man.

She whispers in his storm
“Let me be.”
Forever wayward
in search of soul
yet able to find her way
back home.
Posted in Poetry, short fiction

dilemma 

Always a man, the little boy picked up his trucks. It most certainly was not his decision. He had rather destroy than keep order. Chaos, a game to play. And nothing was squared away that day.

With time, his anger grew
loudly inside
but politely kept at bay. Inner demons kept vigil,
camped around the fire to stay warm.

Years pass. Mornings grow into nights and boys grow into men. He was quite a catch, his father would say. Some girl would come visit to take his heart far away. He would vanish forever, his mother’s greatest fear.

War settled upon the earth. The boy-man set off for a foreign land, leaving behind his loves. His parents and new bride waved goodbye with no answers.

The mind wins over peace and erupts upon a credulous society. Everyone wonders still, what has gone wrong for so many centuries.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Tread Lightly

be kind creation
smile on your birding friend
glimpse the miracle

Snowy Owl. Plum Island MA 1/25/2020. Atlantic Ocean.

I hesitated to post my photos of my snowy owl trip since the owl photos are a bit blurry. But hell people, it is a Snowy Owl! And my first encounter. But certainly not the last.

This bird is down right stunning, majestic, gorgeous, and oh so patient. I watched the wind ruffling her feathers, her ever alert, keen sense of hearing, and her head turning to see the four corners of the tundrous field for close to an hour. She flew but never far away. She glided as a seaplane hovering the waters.

My heart skipped beats as I encountered this regal bird. I will talk of this for years to come. I thank you for being part of this monumental day. I left the island with a skip in my step. And hope.

Field notes to those wanting to take part in life’s sacred dance. Please remember to tread lightly. Earth’s preciousness is a gift we should treasure and never take for granted.

Posted in Musings, Photography

Diamonds (Originally posted Feb 18, 2018.)

Please read to the end, even if you are not in the mood to be cheery!!!! I truly care for you…

🌟 Possibilities exist in every shiny thought.

Never allow yourself to be squared in to a corner without a circle. Be adVenturous! Find a star and start running.

Even if it takes a lifetime to catch your star, realize you will have lived a full life chasing it.

Don’t pay attention to your neighbor’s faults. Work on your own. Once you realize no one is perfect, you will find inner peace exists.

Turn the other cheek. Forgive. Love. Move on. If your enemies follow you, hooray. And if they disappear, too bad they missed out living life along with you. Hopefully, and i sincerely mean this, i pray everyone can discover and name their own star to chase.

Just never stop chasing your star once you find and name it! 🌟 J

(I do not write this lightly. I have been depressed and suicidal. It has taken 50 years to reach my pinnacle. I have swam through snake infested waters, mosquito-riddled forests and felt unloved by the very people who should have helped me in life. I get the pessimist. I was one. Life seems to be turning for the good and i rejoice that i endured and can speak hope today. If you turn from this post because your hurting, reach out. There are people who care! I pray you find your star!)

Posted in Musings, quotes

Here’s looking at you kid.

How many times have I watched Casablanca without catching the interweaving of espionage and intrigue with undying romance? Too many. I actually thought, until this latest viewing, that Ilsa Lund left on the plane to America, alone. Never realized she was married and her man was fighting valiantly behind-the-scenes. I was so focused on the romance that I missed the back story, the WWII narrative and obviously the double-crossing French Capt. Renault, along with Rick, who played all sides of the war to their benefit.

If we stop breathing, we’ll die. If we stop fighting our enemies, the world will die. ” Viktor Laszlo

It is a romance, but the drama shines, building to a hero’s crescendo. The world, along with those imprisoned, fought valiantly in WWII, to secure freedom from the authoritarian Nazi regime. Casablanca teaches humanity that the only problem with human nature is our short-sighted and narrow-minded focus on ourselves. There is a greater vision of peace that gets tangled in the web of human need. Innocent hearts must remember the greater good is worth fighting towards. Rick understood this well. Never stooped below his values for a cheap thrill.

A kiss is just a kiss.

Today America celebrates a day of Thanksgiving. Not everyone understands the holiday nor does the whole population celebrate the season. My greatest concern is mankind’s inability to understand the other in the midst of their “I am..”.

May we all listen. May we all strive to be peace makers.

Posted in Music Video, Photography, Poetry

Here Now

Summer flies south
on the backs of geese.
Honking, in hopes
to avoid a crash.

I linger a bit longer
on the shore.
Watch their flight,
as they disappear.

Hid behind the wild blues,
berries to consume.
I wonder how the waves to splash,
without their groom.