this moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual{via SouleMama}. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. 

Hope you a lovely weekend.

here, again

the pictures above were taken in Kentucky. at various locations.

the castle-like object is the capitol of Kentucky in Frankfort, KY

tonight, i am at my desk.

i feel like i can sit here again because i've come back to my senses about

a few things.

mainly, that this space is good as it is.

it may need a little sprucing and a name change {or two} but

it is good as it is.

so i will leave it at that.

it's good to be back.

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a few{more}good things:

hoopla by Leanne Prain

molly irwin's blog

this mix- be warned, it's  funky.

these poems because poetry is love.

this pose:reclining bound angel. try it. it'll rock your world!

On Being Brave

once i went to dinner with an amazing group of people
people who had been places
seen and done things that i've never given a thought or two
i really admire those people for their bravery
and sense of adventure

i wanted to set the world on fire like them
ruffle some feathers
and go skinny dipping in the dark
but i live a more subtle life

***
i don't want to imply that my life
has proceeded without struggle
and adventure because that is the far from the truth

i've had plenty of both but in the scheme of things,
in the light of these people i felt small

the truth is i didn't/don't want to be those people
i hate swimming{in dark or light}
i'm naturally rebellious, so i've probably ruffled
more feathers{or hearts} than i can count
it just didn't seem so grand comparatively speaking

***
that's why comparison sucks
it's makes you feel small for taking a new route to work
versus moving to india for three months
it makes you feel silly for caring so much about bobbins
when you could be leading the masses
but maybe you don't want to do that
maybe you want be right where you are

working your job, loving your loved ones,
dealing with the small fires{big ones to you},
sewing things that you have to beg people to take
maybe you are being brave when you
close your eyes and sit without distraction
for 10 minutes{or less}

maybe you are making someone's day when
you say hi to them or remember
that mango popsicles make them giggle or
remind them that purple brings out their eyes

maybe it's enough to stand with loss
and against casual cruelty{as best you can}
if the embers of this fire managed to catch hold
of just a few people, the world would be ablaze
with love

***
it is enough to be brave
in so-called small ways
because the small ways
are the gateway

dirt and love

one of my first memories of childhood
centers on playing in my grandmother's garden.
i remember biting into a bell pepper the size of my head
and hating it, gathering corn and sitting on the porch and shucking it,
and the smell of cooking greens

when i was growing up in the south,
everyone had a garden and you would barter with
your neighbors and family for things

sometimes, you would pass by a house full of women
sitting out front in the shade and you would
join them telling stories and shelling peas

those days are gone or that girl is gone
however, those memories live on
today, i tend my small balcony garden

life is different now
it's very urban
a small patch of sky
on a balcony
nearest neighbor three and a half arm lengths away

still the actions are the same
dig in the dirt
feel the love

P.S. I am currently, refurbishing my blog. Strange things may happen...thanks for your patience.

Road to the Heart

life is always under construction.
it is a process that unfolds, they say
things ebb and flow and at times

you stumble about on your sea legs
until you trip over the obvious branch in the road


it takes some amount of heart
to side step and walk upright
when you'd rather crawl

"time heals all wounds" eva cassidy sang
and I believe her
the boxes may never be fully unpacked

the dust may never be fully removed
but legs can burn a road to the heart

Checking In

Just checking in. I plan to get back to blogging soon.