Traveling Through Resistance
Lean into a gathering
And binds me to a day I’ll remember
We look for the unusual through our camera lens, but try too often to hide it in ourself. Yes, I know, there are people who strive for uniqueness a brand of “me” a scarf that took hours to drape just so layers of mismatched jewelry, or dramatically madeup eyes. But who wants to cultivate qualities …
Nothing will sustain you more potently than the power to recognize in your humdrum routine, as perhaps it may be thought, the true poetry of life. — Sir William Osler (1849-1919) Canadian Physician Well here is my poetry for today. I caught the sun burning through the thick clouds this morning. The farrier came to…
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do. continued on Vision and Verb…
“If you want to share joy and beauty with the world, you must fill your life with those things.” – Jeff Goins, “The Most Important Part of the Creative Life” I started my Master Gardener classes in early January. I’ve been doing most of the work online, but managed to attend two Saturday classes at…
It’s been three years ago today that my Dad passed away. The photo above is the last shot I have of us together. It was taken in May of 2008. My Dad left behind a lot of questions and having those questions go unanswered, has left behind some hurt. But this morning, I remembered my…
What I consider to be beautiful has changed over time. I’m not sure whether that’s due to the wisdom that comes with age or the age that comes with age. In my younger years, beautiful was thin but with enough muscle to show strength and tone. It was correctly proportioned eyes, nose and lips set…
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Beautiful, Maery! I love how red Luke is. Nothing like hugging your horse when they have that soft winter coat.
Fantastic shots and text! Wow!
Beautiful!