Until I fly away
Wrapped so tightly in a mystery that whispers like the wind in your ear, softly spoken but not without a stand:
it calls your name and beckons your soul to break free, finally free. Do you live in your head?
Think of every word you may have written and each town you’ve ever lived in.
What did you say, who kept you warm, were you free, really free? It’s all in your head.
I am holding something precious, tightly, ever so tightly. It is the words to a love song,
the recipe for success , a mystery with nothing more to say. Don’t live in your head.
You can see me, reach out and touch me, but only until I break free and fly away.
I have been busy putting together the “found words in photography” project for my Studio pink store. I hope to list a few sets later today. I love the green and brown speckled eggs in this nest. I believe they belong to a mockingbird.
I took a run through the field last night and came across a gorgeous tree just loaded with spring time blossoms. I couldn’t resist….
The blooms gave off a slightly floral aroma that was dipped in an essence of fresh honey as it dripped off the hive. Can you smell it? It was Heaven to my senses. I enjoyed every breath I took while under this tree. The pink buds opened to a creamy white sensation and the leaves were a fresh spring green. It was magic to my eyes and nose-perfection!
Enjoy the day!
She tiptoed through the freshly bloomed flowers with the sun on her face and she knew. It only took a tiny peek and a deep breath to confirm her suspicions. The air smelled fresh and the breeze was just right as it blew through her freshly washed hair. The essence of something very familiar begged her to stay just a little longer.
So she rolled up her sleeves and dared to get dirty. Her imagination ran free and her mind was tickled by the color of tiny flower petals. It was just what she needed to scratch that itch she had felt for so long. It was finally over this she knew for sure. The long winter had been laid to rest and her lust for spring would finally be met. There was no reason to question the coming of spring anymore.
The signs were all there in plain sight just waiting for this day dreaming girl to come out and enjoy. So she did. She dug in the dirt and played in the sun until she spied something perfect through her lens. It was the irresistible combination of life just beginning in a home all shiny and new and recycled. The birds have had it right all along. Make something new again from the old and unwanted. The color was marvelous and the construction was perfect. When playtime came to an end, she sat back with tall glass of iced tea and said, “ahhhh, Spring where have you been? I’ve missed you sooo much!”
I hope you enjoyed your weekend as much as I did. But it’s back to work for me. I have a busy day ahead, of moving computer files (I finally laid Mr. Puter to rest) and getting ready for a garden party. Take a step outside and just breath…..
P.S. I LOVE SPRING