when i roam

the trip to the forest's edge was fraught with liquid sky
falling into the fire
we had to cool our heels
and enjoy the slowness of nature time
all so very, very fine

this lichen is the color of limes and summer frolic
could it soften my fall?
it smiles of tree silliness
nature's accent color as the season of Fall boasts it's presence
at the turn of a leaf and cloud

this guy had a big crush on me this holiday
his head nudging me for attentions and love
handsome and dark
what more could a girl want?

my roaming camping companions as we struck out past the fields
looking for respite
moments free of concrete harried stress
in between sighs and tranquility
too seldom found
cherished, unforgotten

Message to the Blogosphere:

I am back - and will resume my careening tour through all your blogs momentarily.

Choices, choices choices - at the corner of my life and where next? just go with your gut, baby, you can never go wrong in the long run if you just do what feels right. mind and heart must share space - do not over analyze what you know must be done. Face the fear of the best choice your heart can bear ( how can you fear your joy, sweetness?!)- cuz therein lies the gravy, the mana, the future of life.

like a little lavender would ya?

lilac and lavender
crystal clear but not known from within
these days of endless murky meanderings
need intuitive takes
musings and moderation

Ganesh is the lord of obstacles
may he creates highways and byways where none seem to exist
the clutter and clash of conscientious concern
is only bringing tattered messages my way

this bag seems to have shards of crystalline creation springing to life
third eye clarity
comfort benign

message for the blogosphere:

fight for fairness, don't deny your generous heart to shine, even when you feel as if the times necessitate hoarding and hesitation. if we all let forth our hand to feed the souls of ourselves and others, this mess wouldn't be looking so big

pinky perfect

it came in the mail this delight begun many a moon before, with a plan in sight Pinky reworked my Joan of Arc of the knitting needles me and my tormented yarnistry into a gift to adore could this be happiness? pierced through the heart by the love of the craft/art gladly do i serve my calling i bear this burden of fiber and function with strength salute to Ms. Celestial - my pinkiness of pals you cause grins and gollygees within and i miss your presence the long miles creep don't be gone away too long! you have a corner in our beings
all the way over where you used to roam

a happy photographer

sweet relief
a little mojo on the flow
connecting with my inner maiden
breaking bare and sighing swoon
these shots carry me
into the happy

week of wondering
happy, how shall you be caught?
eye is on this prize
willing the seeker within to crook a finger
tame it hither
hit the button and flag it down

happy week, authored by curious girl
click and connect


Message for the Blogosphere:

foursquare and many years ago, you were founded and life began
stake the claim on that which is you and which is yours
fight for that which contains your most sacred self
banish self doubt, and those who belittle you
treasure, that is your name

sewin' it up

sew, you know what i am doing today?
all of that sewing that keeps piling up around the machine
until it cascades to the floor and i stumble, fall, curse, and scream
then i pick the mound up and vow to get to work
today is that day
(i think, i hope, i PRAY)

ever since my first trip through europe and happily, through finland
i stop for the designs and colorways of marimekko
i found this large cotton shirt at the thrift store for a dollar
today, before even getting dressed to for the almost autumnal weather outdoors
(1o days ago in the high 90's!!)
i took up the shoulder seams and a little tapering at the sides

can't stop making these creatures
they sprung from a knit "tart and cookie" pattern
but somehow they became alive
knit monsters from outeryarnspace

this maybe the face of the pinkypurl alien
or it may just be a cry from me for help
lift the curse of insane stitching up of otherworldly fluff and squish

cupcake anyone? this one is lavender laced
precious!! purfectly purpley pink calories - ohhhhh

the top
worn with my lucky charms necklace that changes daily
rolled up jeans
silver converse sneaks
and a coat
'cuz it got cold here

(ps when i have to work for rent, i can't seem to create so much. now i am "inbetween" temp gigs, looking for the next buck, but having a great time returning to my creative homefront. can i ever find a life that somehow offers both? oh, i am so ever trying....)

ahhh, a little light and leisure

i finally had a moment to breathe at home
cook in my kitchen, clear some cobwebs
change the feng shui of the day
swing with me for a beat
or a second

these are things found right around my nexus of activity and birthing
my kitchen table, where the computer resides
a stones throw from my creative corner and my crop of unfinished babes of fiber tranquil testy
resting restless
waiting watchfully
for a push, a tuck, a stitch, a hand

i am walking without the full strength of my candle these days
the dark eating light out of the sky
breathing in and out
hoping for sealed script marked by my soul
testing stamina in old groves of labor and might
this day alone in my home

relief was reborn and energies set right

motion, motion
greasing the wheels
tender footfall to yield the biggest grin
"the magic is already happening"
my ticket punched
my program printed
i am joining a parade of pursuers
who face quiet nights of heavy sleep won by muscles collapsed under the weight of
a little mitzvah and a lotta hope

glad to be back - sorta back

i am blaming lack of just desserts

i must not be getting enough go-go juice
i can't keep up with all the plates spinning in my reverie
i need more sweets
keep me running like a top
tippity-top shape
energizer bunny gone ovoid with the extra pounds
of sheer delight
keeps me smiling even while i sweat
to make the daily bread
got to get back to my home creative home
see you all on the flip side
i still gots some treats for you
up my proverbial sleeve

lei one on me

tropical heatwave has gone bye bye
no crying over that
just drinking in some color and working hard for the bills to be paid
no crime in dreaming of far away isles and pina coladas though

flowers that need no water
women that need no men
horizons that need no tending
autoing on cruise control
while i get my head out of the freezer
and into a potential and new game

these photos remind me of old view finders
switch your eyes back and forth fast enough
and you see
the DANCE

Messages from the hip and sway:

Newness, new buddies, new paramours, new places to stray - keeping your mind at bay
just when you didn't think this day or time in life could surprise you
it does

Happy Wednesday wonderful peeps!

when you need to be sweet on yourself

i am feeling a little down
a little frosting pick-me-up will do
let the frosting be blue and not you, i said
the dog ate the crumbs as if i never bothered to feed him at all
he is scandalous that way
so willful
until you mention sugary carbs
then you have a slobbering love slave - for a grand moment, anyways

where is that reward on best intentions
fine scheming
and many plates twirling in place?
i would honor a sound blessing today with open arms
and a full heart
sigh

Message for the Blogosphere:

Maybe recognition is just around the corner, the laurel wreath being prepared for your honest and hardworking brow even as we share this moment in time together. You are the holder of horizons seen best through furrowed face and diligent heart. Do not despair, do not give way. Today, you are seen and your honor redeemed. Fly free and know that you efforts will not go unnoticed. It has begun, it has begun...

everyday objects objectified

saturate me with color - anytime

this is NOT a color most commonly found in nature, but was found in my yard
go figure

visions of liquids dance in my head
heatwave induced desires
willful wooziness

my special set of friends on the opposing color spectrum
meet them and smile

it's still in the 90's and it feels like relief
it's all perspective
out of the basement "cave" this p.m.
my, haven't felt this perky in days

i promised you flowers

rolling with the heatwaves
rinsing in the ripples of the rive
r hiding out in basement coolness
limiting myself in order to relieve myself

mia?
why yes, just a bit caught up in nature's pattern
maybe the worst in 30 years
maybe 70

i think of all of you send you cool dreams licks of ice cream and a handsome man to install your state of the art air conditioning today no delay

i am a little topsy turvey
out of sorts
plans gone awry
keeping the little furry friend alive
extra water and tlc
slept in the basement to find the cool
my back is broke but the dog snored the night through
dreaming of chew toys galore
and cool fields to run

stilted dance

plummage
birdlike feathers let us all flock together
peacock proudness, yet a wee bit demure

stand up tall
smell the air
waggle it like you just don't care

visions can take flight
overnight
a small anthill can grow into a hole
or the next best destination you never thought you knew

lessons in flying
stage one
prepare for anything
stage two
forget everything you know
to make room
for the crazy NEW