Trinidad CA

MMC- Movement

I am not sure why we try so hard
to disregard the inevitable the in flow
the overwhelming rush
the over-our-head suffocation that always comes
day in day out as sure to be
as the tides no one can live in only one direction
no one can feel only bliss (more…)

WPC: Wanderlust

A wandering heart yearning for the next view
circling to what she always comes back to the thrill
of the wonder the excitement of new points of view
small details waiting discoveries ready
for their overturning her breath is held
as the anticipation builds knowing
the winds change in the springtime and
her feet begin to wander
with her heart (more…)

Solstice Gold

The final hour before winter is
official a golden blanket of warmth
tucking in the shadows the wilds still churn
a harmonizing rhythm where the earth and ocean wildly embrace
one another where mist jumps a hundred feet in the air
waves crash again and again (more…)

WPC: Local

I have lived many places and in some cases I didn’t want it known that I was a local. That is not the case with our most recent move, over two years ago now. From the moment we unpacked I was instantly proud to say I live here. I am mostly asked this question when we are frequenting the beaches, although it happens occasionally in the forests too. (more…)

WPC: Edge

I trust you but not the wind
it begins to play
with your mind giving you false but overwhelming hope
your arms become wild wings
and by reaching for the edge it is the beginning
an adventure
where flying is required

** This post is part of the Weekly Photo Challenge. My son is a wild imaginative soul who gains strength and delight at the edge of everything high. You can find more entries from this challenge, HERE.