Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Smelling the unforgettable fragrance of home - grown pink roses. Photographing friendly flowers swaying in the early summer breeze. Documenting one more memorable walk along the railway ties with my sweet son. Deeply immersed in the study of natural wonders Mother brings forth to so generously share. Marveling at the gentle beauty surrounding blessed me. Transported to that most magical place within …
Early evening filled with promise and delicious delight. Sun setting before warmth of West Coast night. Pubescent child dancing in the loving light. All that lives is this marvelous moment gifted to only us. Two breath’s of fresh air touching all whom we meet. Within our hopeful hearts to happily keep. Joy jumping from every pure and precious pore. Feels so good and right. May we gratefully ask for an never-ending mystery of more …?
Lingering In Love,
Friday, June 12, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
This Saturday, upon arising, , my 13 year old son headed right to the living room window and captured an image. Quickly, Kaelin came into the bedroom to show me the results ... Not a flower. Nor the shining sun. Nary a bird. Or, a laughing child. Instead, all I had to woefully look upon was the unsmiling face of an aging, overweight male. "This is the guy I've been telling you about. The one who's been following me and came in our side-door, twice," calmly explained my child. "Look, he has a tattoo!", one aspiring photographer excitedly exclaimed. I felt like I'd been placed in some spy thriller. A bright, new day beginning. And, here I was once, again ... privy to the gross imperfection that surrounds all things and people, truly precious. A wondrous world that I intend to keep as innocent as any magical Mother, owning her power, forever may.