the music of this mist is such
that what can’t be seen,
can be felt and most certainly
will not be forgotten.
Trees at Lake Padden, Bellingham WA
CYH No. 3
It was as if I beheld Queens,
in robes of dappled sunlight
through the January clouds.
the gateway
the feeling that you might end up somewhere else entirely,
depending on where you step,
to veer off trail is to find yourself losing yourself,
which, depending on who you ask,
can be lovely
or alarming.
the muse
I’ve lost count of the times I’ve photographed this dying tree. In some ways, it’s become my muse. On misty mornings, while faster things work to be settled, the birds, the air, the traffic from the highway, this tree is resolute. How is it weathering this? What changes has it made? Is it somehow thriving towards the end, despite the sharpness of the natural spire, that grows thiner and less dense each year? My gaze hits it often in mornings I feel frantic, needing to know it hasn’t fallen in the night. That, despite the decay, it’s still standing, doing its thing.
the midst
Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.
~Unknown
Hello Again
October was a gloriously beautiful month. The fall colors lingered, in no rush, despite the winds, rains, and ramping up to the holiday season. I didn’t photograph it to the extent I wanted. My camera wasn’t pulled out for much other than client work.. but somehow, despite the many faces I saw, print orders processed, extracurriculars attended, I felt engaged this last month.
I didn’t blog. One day missed turned to two, and so on, but here I am again. Not coming up for air, but coming out to share success. My hope was to enjoy and be present, nourish what was around me, and what came to me. I wanted to do the best I could in a crazy season. I did that. And it was accomplished by letting go some of the things that once felt necessary for mindfulness.
Obviously there moments of stress, or overwhelm.. it wasn’t all pumpkin spice and brown sugar. I didn’t sleep enough for one. AND, I was pretty short tempered with schedules at times. But I’m proud of the lack of dissociating. Hoping to carry this into my next season, the season of thanks!
So, Gratitude for being here, friends!
6:45am
Sleepless, but with a silver lining.
Portals
Hello & Goodbye.
Forever yours,
September
September
Maple turning in the gardens at Hatley Castle, British Columbia
Green
It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water. -Barbara Kingsolve
the catastrophe
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. ― Frank O'Hara
Pretending
Pretending I was
Across the sky
Riding clouds of thunder
Till the weight of collected burdens
Dropped me.
And I on the ground,
No longer light
But clinging wet and heavy to the earth
Till time separated me and
I was light Enough
to rise and pretend again.
5:45am
AM, 5:45.
A place in time alone
All things just beginning again.
A rekindling of light.
soft sunday
Small and driven and colorful. And just what it needs to be.
In the Finite
Wasted time will break a heart faster than any failure.
Don’t distract me with the useless, but fill this limited space up with intention and living.
Trying and caring, in no particular order, as long as each is present.
No manipulations, no perfections, just things as they desperately are,
as I am, in the finite.
-recent thoughts
deconsecrated
Grand Canyon (Yellowstone)
Believe me, I shot all the waterfall pictures too. 😉