meandering back into the room

i wandered off and left for awhile
i don't like showing up without direction
just because
those days should be over at this stage of my life
should be

full into fall
sometimes blustery, leaf ridden days of cool
or sunshine forced through layers of reds and golds
welcomed with ease and the barest bit of surprise
and a sense of reprieve

this is my and my sister's birth month
don't hold our sultry and deep Scorpio side against us
we're just loyal to a fault
and acerbic in tongue when on the wrong side of the bed
or issue
sensuous and sometimes serious
but way fun

the scarf slash stole is handknit by big sis me, for my little sis for her day of birth
sweet remembrances
and the bench
is where i have been mentally these days
reconsidering life
my craft (s)
and wondering what it all means
to be
me

love reading what my longtime friend and astrologer, Molly Hall has to say
and the great link to author Elizabeth Gilbert, author of "Eat,Drink Pray, Love" that really rocked my boat yesterday


If you wouldn't mind - can you tell me why you come to visit my blog? what is it that makes a trip here worthwhile for you? i have had creator's/bloggers block - and i would love to know what i might be bringing to the table
for all of you

do you every really know?

do you ever really know?
messages sent mysteriously
winds shift and alter paths
sudden storm wrestles old patterns to the ground
light burns where once shadows swam

cock your head slightly askew
view the moment upside down
perceptions need breaking
release your prior rules on permanent parole
smile winningly and sigh deeply

i can see art in every corridor
marvel at the abundance
in life

don't hold too tight this week
what you seek
and what you need
come sometimes
in separate wrapping

PS have i told you this week how cool you all are?

welcome to my world

welcome to my world the eye on my daily prize nature's nurture and the welcome absurd

arting out by a friend juxtaposed against ravaged walls and soot infested window panes all seeing and just a bit of knowing if you know what i mean

do we have to crack, maybe even break and fall a boat full of lost and aloners mad crime and morals a slack and running restless do not join the ranks of the filing and foolish

when you squint, the break becomes a beauty of refractions of color and shine new shape and satisfaction chaos made whole from within madly and creating on the road in the wilderness i shall return tomorrow

i have been away camping
*sigh*

it's about making me happy

all of these photos were taken within the last 24 hours
they are making me happy
the might appear elsewhere
but only here do them hum together
in this twirl of color and content
only here do they speak directly to you
from me

i have a message for you and me
and this is for our wily feminine sides
the part of us that knows what to do
and when to do it
and you all do

there is a scent in the air
clean inhalations after a storm
telling of treasures and milky ways
tread stalwartly
grasping your need to invest in future tidings
and fortunes your core is cognizant of seeing
corner of the eye, napping while
storing up acorns
golden

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

i love this photo of flourescent car wash liquid
somehow i didn't post it the other day
what a mistake to leave this beauty out
i could sink deeply into it's pinkness

a friend at the farmers market makes these little buggers
traisins - as in dried cherry tomato raisins
they look like some strange yet wonderful fruit you would find in a Marrakesh Market
(do i need a vacation perhaps?)

Lava Lamp by Jack Russo

i need to rub the genie lamp
seek the great pink aura in the sky
wish to the stars and then back again


Message to the Blogosphere:

Happy Go Lucky Fool till the end.
Fool in the best of ways - full hearted, learning to give up the ghost of fear, taming the shrewish anger at fate and just floating with integrity and a hand at your passion and labors to keep you sane and afloat. Many will misunderstand you, but you endeavor is clear. Maybe just for now, for this step and the next

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...

wonder and wander

my toes need contact with coolness sometime within each day
let's me ground and feel like i am one with the ripple and wave
relief in the most basic of ways

a tea kettle in every port - that would be me
i am waving hello to all of you
can you see?

i would invite you 'round
if you were anywhere close to town
cheapest little eatery with a view
on the lake near my dear home
is this not a great spot to loiter?

Message for the Blogosphere:

You are all in command of your own little ship, even if you feel lost at sea. Invest in yourself, it's a guaranteed return and for once, you will feel, like the worthiest of all your projects and endeavors - yourself.

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

my dreams are of water

triple digit weather today
no air con for 87% of local population
water
we all need WATER

top photo
a lovely fountain in our little city center
dip your toes
hell - go under!
next, our lovely river
(photo from our recent rubber ducky derby :) )
where you can meet a little slice of the world these days
cooling off
conversating
committing themselves to the slowness of heat

a mister installed at the farmers market yesterday to keep us all a little moister
i am trying to live like a person on the other side of the equator
up early
seista at noon
seeking the comfort of dark corners and shade where i can find it
however, i won't be finding it in front of the computer to much
count me a slightly MIA for the next couple of days

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