Thursday, November 23, 2017

The Forest or the Tree

what do you see,
the forest, or the tree,
alive and well,
inside of me.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Taken By the Wind


All your life
You've never 
Seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Taken by the sky
(Stevie Nicks)
 She is the sky and wind,
They breathe in her,
And make her come alive.
No one can say she
Is not a bird,
She whispers a song,
That the wing-ed one's heard,
 A flutter,
A sound, 
Only in the wind is
She really found.

{inspiration: listening to "rhiannon" in the car, ...these words came on, which i've always loved, ...sky was gorgeous, driving by the tree where i frequently see a hawk, and there he was, alive in mid-flight} (incidentally, i do like fleetwood mac songs, but the ones that are dear to me are all the ones written by stevie - they speak to me and make sense to my free-spirit) 

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Beauty-Ful

Copyright - The Jungalow
I find these simply stunning. 
Nature is amazing and beauty-ful.


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Saturday, October 14, 2017

My Word Life

I don't do Instagram, although I would really love to because seeing pieces of people's lives is beautiful, and everyone has a story. Maybe this place is my story. Words from my life, shared. Bits and pieces, stray thoughts, ...glimpses into my existence. It's all here and it reflects who I am and what I think. My word life, one snapshot at a time.


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Rain Lullaby

i keep the window open,
and listen for the sound,
of pretty little raindrops,
falling on the ground,

 












it's chilly, dark, and damp,
but the rain is like a lamp,
glittering all around me,
and staining the autumn tree,

so i leave the window open,
and feel the chill bone deep,
i know the rain's a lullaby,
that will lull me to my sleep.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Emily's Words

Fall Leaves Fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; 
Lengthen night and shorten day; 
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, 
Fluttering from the autumn tree. 
I shall smile when wreaths of snow 
Blossom where the rose should grow; 
I shall sing when night’s decay 
Ushers in a drearier day.
 Photo - Van Gogh's Autumn

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Sad and Beautiful

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There was something sad and beautiful in the evening sky as I drove home tonight. Two flocks of birds darted fluently in the sky, and then became one flock, then back to two again. The cause of all this movement was a hawk trying to penetrate the shield that the birds became in order to protect whatever bird the hawk was after. It was amazing to see. First, above me out the front window, then getting smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, as I kept driving.
It was sad to think a bird might lose it's life.
It was beautiful to see the birds working together, protecting each other, and fighting for each other with everything that they had.
I never saw the ending of the story. But, to me the real story is how they came together and worked as one. A beautiful scene of birds that I can't and don't want to get out of my head.