“A promise for the future floats on the breeze in moments of laughter because everyone has a place and everything is on its way to somewhere.”
I wrote that on a day when I needed to hear it but came across it yesterday while putting together some tidbits for a book that I plan to self-publish soon. Yeah…..
There must be a little ghosty-ghost playing with my cable because it goes out of service and then back on again at the very same time every few days. Comcast can’t figure it out and neither can I. It’s a mystery…..
A seed is planted without any guarantees. No way to know if it will grow and prosper, but the anticipation is worth the risk. The meadow outside my window is tended to by a horticulturist who from time to time plants a few seeds for no reason other than he can. I have the privilege of waiting and watching. Sometimes they emerge from the ground as tiny shoots and then wither away in the harsh Michigan weather but other times they prosper and spread far and wide. I remember a year or so ago watching this man toss seeds about, the very same seeds that I have enjoyed from behind the lens of my camera. He probably never imagined that his actions would befall the eyes of so many.
So as you’re reaching for the stars and when you sometimes graze the moon remember every action causes a ripple and leaves a mark forever- you can’t fall out of time.
I added this image and the story behind it to my studio. Thanks Doc….
The shelves are dusted and newly stocked items have been carefully displayed in the studio.
A faded rose just outside my window
melting into the perfect whisp of pink
a luring scent
a climbing tendril
the whisper of fall
It’s the little things that make the difference
a world without conflict
life in a peaceful kingdom
love for all
Feeling a lust for
and the need for
Wishing you a peaceful day of lusty green and whisper pink.
Someone once said,
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. “
I’ve always had a secret desire to buy an old VW hippy van and travel across the US with my camera, a notebook and an open mind. I would love the adventure of an open road laid out before me and the nostalgia of a retro ride not to mention the great gas mileage. So as I embark on my journey in the air to the Pacific North West I will close my eyes and imagine that I’m making this journey on the open road, in this….
I found this pic on Wheels weekly- I love it. Now imagine my face behind the wheel with a big smile. Get packed Jana, my stylish friend, I’m headed your way and yes your bare feet are welcome on the dash. I can see us now with the wind in our hair and not a care on our faces as we head into Portland to pick up an artsy goddess named Lucinda on our way to the beach. We’ll be having a claim bake in the sand and everyone is invited to join us. Lisa, the beautiful world traveler, is headed up the coast in her sports car for the unravelling reunion. I can’t wait to meet her. I know Susannah the unravelling queen and many others will be there. There will be laughter and tears that will last for several days. Music playing, cameras clicking and wine flowing as the surf tumbles across our feet.
That’s my fantasy trip but reality is quite different. I’m headed to Portland Oregon with my son to get him set up for a college internship. There will be many details to tidy up and then a sad goodbye as I leave him in in the north west and return home alone. I’m happy he is taking this opportunity but sad that he’ll be so far from home. I know it’s only a plane ride away but a flight to Pacific North West is damned expensive. That V-dub bus is looking better all the time.
This trip will be busy but we’ll take some time for fun, a jaunt to the west coast and a visit with my Unravelling friend Lucinda, but this growing up stuff is hard to except. I’m thankful and sad at the same time. So the real deal is that I will be headed to the Detroit airport a little before 5am tomorrow morning to board a plane headed westward. Deborah, The Mid-life Poet, and sweetest girl in blog-land, has promised to be floating in the pool as I fly-over around 10:45 Michigan time. I will return next week and resume a normal life of a mid-western girl.
It’s time for a little more caffeine and a lot of busy work getting ready for the trip. I have bags to pack, a house to clean, errands to run and hugs to give before I embark on my journey across the country. Leave me your thoughts and words of wisdom and I will try to check in during the trip.
Oregon is a beautiful place with it’s many bridges over rivers that are cut out of the mountains, on a rage toward the sea. I hope to have some insightful moments and wonderful images to share with all of you when I return but for now I leave you with a quote from one of my faves by Norman Maclean.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
Bye for now.
Let the journey begin…
My mind is quiet as the light is lingering in a dance on the lawn and the trees are gently bending in a late afternoon breeze. It’s perfect, really, warm enough for a tank top and shorts but not hot enough to force a sweat. The sunflowers are bright and cheerful as the smell of grilled chicken floats thru the neighborhood. I could stay in this moment forever, summer sun, garden flowers, succulent food on the grill, gentle breezes in my hair and the a little wren bringing dinner back to the nest. Summer afternoons are a perfect time for curious minds to wander while a tired body rests. My thoughts are misty but recognizable. I see lush gardens in the mist and hear the ocean just beyond my tattered little cottage that sits amongst the roses over looking a craggy cliff to the ocean. It’s so serene and perfect just like this summer afternoon.
please stay for a little while longer or maybe forever. I love everything about you: your warm breath, bright and beautiful skies, flower filled fields, and even a little sweat here and there. I would trade an evening by the fire, my sexy leather boots and favorite pair of woolen mittens for an eternal summer, if only you would stay.
Free to just be…..
Great adventures are turning me inside out.
It’s not too late to feel it, dream it , and taste it with my eyes.
As I stare out to sea, I know… this time it won’t slip away.
I won’t let it; I’ll embrace it with my wandering soul.
My dreams, smooth and worn to perfection, having tumbled with the sea… and my secret… its safe with me.
Here’s the latest in my found words through the lens project. I thought I add a little day dreaming to your day. The process has begun and my first set is loaded and ready for sale in my shop.
I had to share with you the fun I’m having with this week’s unravelling assignment-reflections. At first I was so intimidated and not quite up for the task but then it became fun. I’m not sure what my neighbors think about me making shapes and faces at myself in the pond while taking my picture. No wonder, they never stop by 😉
I always wanted to be I dream Of Jeannie. “Yes Master, your wish is my command.” How cool is that?
I was having so much fun that I really didn’t care what the neighbors thought. I like the way this shot makes me look invinceble and it made me feel pretty powerful too. I challenge all of you to take a picture of your reflection in something you pass by everyday. It’ll be fun- I guarantee it.
Have fun with it-jj
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!
A little creative writing from my past
You blew into my heart on a special night. I felt you deep down to my core. You barely noticed my naked skin next to yours. I breathed deeply and stole your essence. Your eyes were wrapped in a mystery that never revealed the truth. I was fixated on you, without a care for my own well-being. I thirsted for your sexy soul to become a part of mine. Only then could I break free of the misery that held me captive.
When I was with you, I felt my rhythm come back to me. I knew who I was and others envied my style. I must have been somebody special to have captured such a beautiful boy, wrapped in a man of importance. Your charisma and quiet charm were held together by an envelope of natural beauty. I see you, every time the wind blows a perfectly formed leaf through the sky, with the same lofty presence that floated your karma to mine. You left me just like a silent leaf on the breeze. I watched you go and never looked back as the room fell silent. Only the curtains dared move as a summer’s breeze blew through my soul. I heard my soul answer…hope floats.
Please welcome Cat to the sofa.
Dear Lone Ranger,
I can feel you by my side, in my heart and all over my mind. I can hear you through the silence and smell you in my sleep. I know you like I know myself but sometimes I forget that we are not one. You have been there for so long attached to my every move, my every thought. I never considered life with or without you. I didn’t have to think of you at all because you were me and I was you. I took advantage of our closeness, our unique and unshakable bound. Sometimes I forgot to notice and just drug you along at my side. I never doubted your unwavering support or unmistakable love but I didn’t acknowledge it either. Our first kiss left me quivering.
You grew tired of feeling alone, unnoticed and under appreciated. Now I can’t feel you or even smell you but I can see you with another and it’s killing me. We were meant to be together and I can’t function apart from you. If you come back to me I promise that this time I will not only feel you and drag you along side but really see you for all that you have given to my life. Don’t leave me now that I know who you really are.
with love ,
Junie: A beautifully put love letter Cat Woman; I sure hope the Lone Ranger is reading this.