THE WATCHTOWER

...then, when I looked back, I saw an eerie glint in the window, only the sun but it gave me chills. The whole town was less than snug...more like shabby, a forgotten wayside, bespoke of small town irrelevance.
To me, it felt as though the life of the town had drifted out to sea, perhaps after a storm. The wood was weathered and lichen had begun to build up along the rails of the dock. Patches had been fashioned of plate metal to cover the spots where the wood had rotted through along the planking surface. Where once beautiful planters had splashed swatches of welcoming colour, now only split cedar boxes remained, mossy and desolate. All that and still, the little town retained a sad beauty. A faded rose. It came to me as I walked toward the dock for the return trip to the mainland, that this place was waiting for a whole new generation, that it was locked in between, the creative genius and her children...it will take her children's children to resurrect this relic and make it bloom and sway again.

When?

Now?

Is now the right time to love myself?

Or....should I wait for someone else to validate my existance?

Do I need a witness to my life?

Can I simply live and enjoy each moment as it happens?

Am I able to squeeze the moments for all they have? Have I been aware of the goodness?, the beauty?, the flow?

That's it, in black and white and greytones...I get it...I finally get it!

I think I like it here.

Have a great day y'all.

Out of the Darkness

It was simply the hint of spring I was yearning for, and there it was, out from the darkness of winter.
When I saw them, so full of hope and freshness and purity, it filled me with a relief that is hard to describe.
I will watch them and learn from them as they unfold gracefully.
The very breath of life...the essence of revolution.
That is correct...the essence of revolution...it is harmony not war...learn it descipulus.

Where is spring?

This is what I am yearning for...colour and texture and life. Supreme joy. From the soft moist green to the little purple bubbles of heather bursting forward like there is no tomorrow. Spring is the time of birth and renewal and it's my favourite time of the year, along with Summer, Fall and Winter....of course...(Never insult the Season's...ever)

Fog n' Drizzle

I know. You probably think that I'm "up" every moment of every day from the time I get up to the time my head hits the pillow at night.

Well, truthfully? This is not the case. I have moments where grief, creeps into my core being, and I can't shake it. Like the mist in the picture...bleak and dreary.

These are times when I hunker down...I don't want to lay this "mood" on others as it is my own to deal with and "it too shall pass" and the sun will burn through the morning mist, and I shall have coffee.

Then, the only mist will be the steam from the coffee and from my hot breath, hitting the chill air. You might see me then, as the smile will be pasted back in place for another day.

SHAMBLES

Yes, it is a shambles. When I got up this morning, I looked back at the bed, after spending several hours beneath (partially anyway) the sheets, duvet, and pillows, this was the physical imprint I left behind.

Just looks a great mess. No reference to the coziness, warmth, peace, restfulness that my bed provides. No reference to the faraway places it takes me...oh yes...doesn't look much like a vehicle does it? Yet, this bed has been a launching pad for many journeys - IF ONLY I COULD REMEMBER THEM!

Just one more moment...c'mon...over here...look.

It's a little candle beneath a leaf. When the light hits the edge of the leaf, a magical thing happens. It's as if the light recognizes the leaf, and traces the form, leaving little kisses of light here and drawing a shadow there, it's all play really. But the leaf, without the little candle light beneath was a flat green group of shapes. With the little fluttering light, the leaves came alive. I thought, it would be ever so nice to share this with you.