honeysuckle dreams
so early in the season
sentimental airs
In response to The Daily Post prompt: sentimental.
honeysuckle dreams
so early in the season
sentimental airs
In response to The Daily Post prompt: sentimental.
the crunch and slide
of rocks
under my barefoot shoes
blue sky
reflected on muddy water
a day at the beach
The photo was taken on my recent trip to the Canadian Maritimes at Dennis Beach in New Brunswick. I altered the photo, giving it a painting-like effect, in FotoSketcher. I’ve had it sitting here as my desktop image for a few days and every time I look at it, I hear and feel the crunch and squeak of rocks underfoot as I carefully make my way across the larger rocks down to the sand where walking is much easier. The “barefoot shoes” are Vibrams which simulate barefoot walking. You feel everything underfoot without the ouch factor of actually being barefoot.
there is a poem
(a book, a song)
by Leonard Cohen
called
Dance Me to the End of Loveand we have learned
as we have danced
over these many years
that there is no
End of LoveHappy Birthday to my dance partner.
A small stone for a special Day 16.
If interested, you can listen to the song here. The collage is from a series of photos I took of the book.
eyes closed
warm water
cascading
over my head
and body
I am standing
beneath a waterfall
on a tropical island
where snow and winter
never visit
A small stone for Day 14.
I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart’s desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.
~ Mrs. George Cran, The Garden of Ignorance, 1913
The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice there is little we can do to change until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds.
~ Daniel Goleman
Winter has been teaching me about itself this year, putting on all kinds of displays that I might never have noticed without this commitment to go outside every day. I am grateful to finally be noticing, and for the lessons and the gifts I’ve received as a result of noticing.