she saw magic everywhere, especially In places with slant cuts of light and trapped dust particles. Her fingers, delicate and small as bones, extended into a dusty milky way. to touch a galaxy. A planetary solar system. tiny friends. A passers by, only sees slanted lines of late sun for her reality begins to melt … More rays of late sun
I throw back the shroud of tapestries Thick stitched with barbarous thread, hanging heavy like the echo of your words. Almond shaped blue green orbs squint, As the quick slant of light c o l l i d e shifting my sleepy thoughts back into places meant for the living. I am like spring,uncurling from … More Curve
I love the mood in black and white photos. This looks over my front yard pond.
I am forcing myself to sit down. Write. Think. Ponder. I have been quite physical lately, sculpting out my imagination with my hands. It has been very rewarding. I really did not know I had it in me, to landscape. I can do it for hours, my thoughts working out plans as I go. It … More Intuitive-Scaping
Periods of tranquility are seldom prolific of creative achievement. Mankind has to be stirred up. -George Santayana I feel as if I have been gathered by the wind, cradled and uplifted. A new bird from the nest. My eyes wide as I feel compelled to flutter my feathers against the currents. Where will it take … More Gathered By The Wind