We'd never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky” ~ Emily Dickinson NaBloPoMo 21/30
Till we rise
Category: Photography
I am
I am set in my ways. After half a century, my beliefs and principles aren’t going to change much. I am open-minded. I welcome your ideas, welcome learning new things. If I don’t agree with you, that doesn’t mean I don’t understand. I am afraid sometimes. There are scary things in this world that I … Continue reading I am
Longleaf Pines
Whenever I drive through Santa Rosa Beach, along scenic Highway 30A, I pass a sign, "for trail parking." Until today, I thought that was for the bike trail that runs parallel to the highway. My daughter and I are planning a day-long bike ride soon, so I decided to check out the site. To my … Continue reading Longleaf Pines
Onions and mushrooms
You’re complicated and layered like an onion. The more I learn about you, peeling away each layer, the more you make me cry. No, that’s not right. Thinking, thinking. Okay, you’re like a raw egg. A riddle wrapped in an enigma, surrounded by a mystery. A little cracked, a bit runny, kind of like snot. … Continue reading Onions and mushrooms
Sky writing
I will write love letters across the sky In words tall enough for the whole world to see Odes of adoration for your smile Sonnets praising your kisses Hymns of joy for your embrace Proses celebrating your beauty I will write love letter across the sky In hopes you can read them in heaven NaBloPoMo … Continue reading Sky writing
Bend to the wind
I’ve weathered maelstroms and hurricanes, earthquakes and dust devils. I’ve been adrift in a violent sea, spinning unanchored in a relentless vortex. The unfathomable waters infested with sea creatures born of nightmares and fear. I’ve been without a guiding light, without a life jacket. I’ve been lost and far from shelter. But I survived… I … Continue reading Bend to the wind
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