Reflection

Silent Sunday

Crater Lake, near Lassen National Park

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Quiet. Wisdom. Rising- Night-Time Knowing

As promised, here is my first excerpt from my newly published book, Quiet. Wisdom. Rising. I captured this photograph this past week. My family went backpacking in the Trinity Alps for a few days. We camped at Little Boulder Lake, the second night the reflection of the sunset was extra special. (more…)

WPC: Reflecting

Unlike the beginning and end
which are easily noticed and perfectly timed, the middle
of a mental, physical or emotional experience is rarely calculated
pinpointed measured-correctly embraced lined-up focused-on
no this is the point in the path
that is unplanned (more…)

Abstract Spring

Like a freshly born colt you wobble
with unused legs through the beginnings
of spring the sun so blinding you can hardly see
your eyes not use to direct contact
with its rays in many ways it all feels like too much so much
to do to feel to express to exchange to notice to expect to experience
a discombobulated mess of thought and anticipation blending
colors and winters depth freshness
bitter winds and just when you have an idea
how to move beyond (more…)

WPC- Shine; SDC- 11 of 15

Inside each of us is the ability
to chose to feel over run
streaked with all the emotional debris of of the world
that will act like a film coating our true selves
and weighs each moment down or we can look within
slow our breath and find a reflection
that speaks our truth that shares the light
from within shimmering bright and reminds us how
to shine from the inside out
within this chaotic world (more…)

WPC: H2O and SDC- 4 of 15

I love the often intricate reflections on water. I am not one to like to stare into the mirror for any length of time but I am always willing to give a water reflection as much time as I can. What a surprise to find so many jewel tones within this reflection in our backyard. An old tire has many uses. (more…)

Wind Swept

The winds
blow even
when I ask them to stop
churning up the waters
within my heart
leaving behind traces of their path where they got caught
up in the past tracing
the journey
looking back I can instantly see how far
from the shore I have ventured
beyond

** This post is part of the Monochrome Madness challenge put together each week by Leanne Cole. Please check out the always impressive gallery HERE.

You know it is still springtime here as long as the winds blow fiercely. Just last week they died down and the fog now rolls in in the evening and stays through the morning blanketing the coast. Wind is a wild, unrelenting presence I can’t ignore. I’ve grown to enjoy it more as I’ve grown older. There is something magical about being moved by something I can’t actually see.