A blogger near Seattle exploring the future
Need to be thoughtful
About what I put into
My mind, my soul
I often put more thought into what I seed my body then what I feed my soul. Probably put more thought into my car’s gas, too. I know I need to change that. My soul’s nourishment becomes my attitude, my confidence, my actions.
Depression
Dismantling me
From the inside out
A sunrise
Wakefulness comes
Not yet ready
I resist
Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.
‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.
My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.
Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.
I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty.
Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend.
I entertained other paths
Other work
But this remains strong
I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear
Only I shall remain
Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory
So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.
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We glorify
Independence
Yet it is imperfect.
Humanity needs
Community
Nothing more destructive
Than isolation
My mind waking me
So very much racing through
Still desire sleep
My mind can be quite creative in these odd hours. Often, though,my waking isn’t about creative expression rather regarding fear.
Always honor her
For life is very fleeting
Time flees like fall leaves
I think about my mother often.
My mother died when she was forty. Weird to have outlived her.
Thriving on rhythms
Predictable patterns help
Free me from stresses
Chaos stresses me, for good and for ill. Looking back, I once believed I was adventuresome. Now, I see my delusion. Joining the Navy wasn’t radical. Well, I was born in a Naval hospital. There was nothing more known to me. Interesting this notion, embedded within my skull, that this adventure seeker persona was what I was supposed to be. Thus I always presented myself that way. Certainly believed that I was. Now I’m pleased with my domestic persona. That I’m stable, steadfast and sturdy. Funny that my career is full of change elements. And unsought for ones, too. But that’s another post.
