From a distance

Nod if you can hear me

 

changes come eventually

struggling in our own space

is hard to match

that negative becomes a positive

we touch it, breathe it, experience it

 

the vibration covers you in this new world

finding some isolation, hearing the music

it asks for nothing

but gives everything

can you take me home? hear me? treasure me?

 

just one little nod

 

 

Distance speaks

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend. " Eat Pray Love" - Elizabeth Gilbert



I stand alone with only my thoughts to answer to.
How did it come to this, with all that feels, all that shouts,
smiles back at me like sunshine surrounding my heart?
We both stand close together as one, but the distance speaks.
Under the spell again.
I can't breathe or let go of the dream.
It feels good, conquers all, and sustains peace of mind.

Glancing with patience

Sometimes it's hard to hang out in the crowd. Where the conversations are trivial and words fly without thinking. All that is wanted, all that is needed, seems to stand alone.

At a distance, it's unfathomable. At close range, unmistakable. Can you feel it?

You stand there with patience, as I sit waiting. Glancing up, knowing, expecting.

Choices, Change and Chianti

I always thought that a clear and sharp mind made for the best writing. After a meal of beef (Not sure why I ate it. Where's my veggie burger?) and a bottle of Chianti, lets try to prove that theory wrong.

First, I would like to step out and talk about the word choices. We make them every day. In what we say, think and decide. We live with them. We see them. Sometimes the consequences are what we had in mind, sometimes not. Bottom line, are the choices really about us?

How about changes. Right before our eyes the world keeps evolving. Nothing new about that. But, why is it that we're always surprised when change stares us down? Are we prone to conform so as not to worry? How about standing our ground? Why does change usually weaken our defenses? Not until we're comfortable will we exhale and say "yes, that's why I did it".

I write because I feel. I love because I can. I smile with every bit of sunshine sparkling through. This is me. Simple, complex and questioning. Always questioning. Have I figured it out yet? No. Definitely not. But I do know that with every flicker of movement, every breeze that touches my skin, I have substance. Within that substance is peace. I hold that close.

Along with every morsel of shift, comes the ability to soar. Every speck of opportunity, the capacity to learn. The words come freely. The pattern sometimes jumbled. But, I know that it's full and just waiting to be heard at times.

Unfortunate Slight

Lose control and let your emotions go. Untwist the feelings and let them fly. They will come back as clear as when they filtered in. Seize the moment, relish the thoughts. They are there.

Hold back and keep straight. There's a lot to say about continuance. Rest again peacefully. Smile genuinely.

Unfortunate slight.

Distant Horizon

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what youre saying...

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

When I watched the sun going down on this particular evening, I felt as though I could just sit there forever. There is something about the peacefulness that occurs as it slips away. Almost as though time should stand still during that last speck of light. A stillness surrounded by a comfort that we grasp for. Mesmerizing at it's best.

Capture it....feel it.... rest in it.

Fleeting Glimpse

Behind the eyes I see

not only here and now

but feelings standing lone

dreams showing thru

discovering, learning, imploring.

One would not understand

and see only a fleeting glimpse

that makes it real

Piercing, yet gentle

The object to crave sits looking on.

Piercing and gentle.

Pulled in from a distance.

Flattered by your presence,

yet simply can't quench that thirst,

your look says you've experienced all.

Embodied, yet unblemished.

The quietness fills the air,

speaking with silence.

walking out

  

whatever I say should have some bearing

does it matter now

my thoughts in line, scattered, oppressed

ideas seem to flow when I let them

is there control here, out there

can you relate when you crucify

will I transform them to fit your dream

though I sit and watch mine fly

altered mood

my own zone

the breathing just got easier 

He has been here

 

Solitude has been my best friend through life. 

 It has not disappointed me.  It comes to me when in great need,

and it leaves when ready.   It's never desperate for changing,

but vanishes when asked.  It won't argue, nor judge.

Solitude can leave me smiling.  It is never lonely. 

It's having a chance while starving for compliance. 

Have I said too much?....

 

The more you push me down, the more I press on. 

The more you insist, the less there will be to give. 

Handle my love with care and everything will be yours to hold.

The easiest thing in the world to be is you. The most difficult thing to be is what other people want you to be. Don't let them put you in that position.
-- Leo Buscaglia

It is easiest to be myself. As others look and make their perception based on what they see, almost always something new comes to pass that makes them question. How easy it is to make assumptions. We clarify if only for our self, the road that is sometimes lonely yet sometimes needed, how to go on. Lots of people talking, few of them know.

 

 

 

     that's me in the corner                                  

     trying to find my way out                                  

     learning that I can't see where

 

     consider this

 

     the world stays still

     in everything that I know, believe, act

 

     consider again

 

     the spin in my head

     in just about every dream

     comes tumbling down

Abundance

If we possessed every virtue, but lacked humility, those virtues would be without root and would not last. -- St. Vincent de Paul

At times, I take a step back and look around me. I see things that I never dreamed of when young, and the sense of luck and fortune enters my mind. I step back in another direction and know everything I imagined has indeed showed it's face. And yet stepping back for another view, I see that the simple things have stayed the same for me.
The world and it's beauty that have always showed the path for my outlook, shines. Yesterday, I smiled when seeing that my flowers overtook this statue that has been adorned with color since my childhood. It is the same smile of those early years, the same beauty of color, the same statue. In abundance? Definitely.

My garden bursting into Life

 

I've been taking pictures of butterflies the past week while in my garden.  These insects have been fluttering around minding their own business while I stand in wonder looking at their perfect beauty.  So light and airy, they bring my garden into a life of it's own. 

 I see them as extraordinary in their own right, peaceful in our midst. 

Watch me shine

Sitting in wait

Looking beyond

While beautifully placed

Freely smiling

On the grounds of just being

It breaks thru the silence

Speaking loudly

Seasons change

But watch me shine

If only for now

For tomorrow, I've yet to endure

Kelly's flip

I will have to say that Kelly's first time in my kayak was an experience for her. :) As I was putting her in the boat, I kept hearing her say "I can't do this!". I just laughed and told her "just do it!". Little did I know that as soon as I turned my back, she was in the water. As I jumped in to make sure she exited the boat, I saw her on her back laughing and saying "I told you so!". She didn't want to get back in, but she tried again. After being more patient this time, she did well and enjoyed a little paddle in the cove. She proceeded the next day to venture out more into the lake with me. It was a fun time. :)

High Museum of Art, Atlanta

NEW PHOTOGRAPHY

Taryn Simon

 

 

Ron Williamson

A former baseball player, he served 10 years of a death sentence for a murder he did not commit.

There is always something new to learn after visiting the High Museum of Art in Atlanta.    The other day was no exception.  The new exhibition on display consisted of 4 contemporary photography artists.  The one in particular that stood out to me were the works of Taryn Simon, a New York City-based artist.  One of her projects called Nonfiction,  included photographs documenting international regions in turmoil.   The pictures were very interesting, though sad of the destruction.  The other series that stopped me in my tracks were The Innocents.  They were photos of men  wrongfully convicted, imprisoned, and then subsequently freed from death row.   The primary case of wrongful convictions were mistaken identification.  They were exonerated through the use of DNA evidence.  This series of photos were taken at the scene of misidentification.    Each one was bold in their look of emotion and left me wondering of the path they went getting to that point.  I plan on getting the book containing all the photos and reading the stories behind it.  I thought it interesting.