words, observations on life...

To go somewhere we feel loved not asking a lot I think to know what it feels like to be wanted and cared for to not have to fight to be heard to have any kind of recognition to maintain one's own identity and light in the strife of verbal assault How hard it is for a candle's flame to stand firm against a strong wind goes out it does and how hard to bring that light again We all deserve that love, that embrace of time, place, need, friendship It should cloak us all in its warmth found not just for a few but within all our reach

So long the journey, so tired the traveler, so weary the spirit One does what one has to, what we believe The struggles we know, hardships we face, when we'd rather go curl up in a darkened corner and perhaps take a moment and cry We struggle us all through thick and thin the challenges bear down with little respite we grow weary of the struggle and tired, so tired We wish  for rain  for relief for a breeze of cooling comfort for the sun to set and the heat to die down for the sweetness of the head lying softly on a pillow and welcoming the good night's sleep and the rise of an early sun a new day fresh with chance With this coming new day  wish is for hope to rain down upon us  as a cooling summer storm and fresh the smell of the earth the rain brings and the clouds billowing across the sky near earth they are almost to touch and drift as the wind carries them on Oh relief for the weary mi...

Been a long time away, life challenges.  Directions, decisions, worry, change, patience (mostly not).  That's life. I miss photography, miss words, mine. Reflective, forlorn perhaps and longing, introspective but heartfelt - there's a song in there trying to find a way to be sung. Returned to California for awhile, the high desert became home.  Glad to say it's not for me, the song, the song.  Day by day.  Just day by day.  Surviving, keeping on.  Just making it to the next day became the song, faint and quiet, just today. There's a beauty in surviving what you think you can't.  A beauty if finding yourself on the other end of the struggle realizing how it is just one more step you are out. Being thankful and oh so grateful for a little thing, especially a big thing.  The color one sees changes. And what mattered once doesn't exist but only a memory. It is soon time, to go. New life perhaps. New, that's a word to embrace. ...

If you believe in the ebb and flow of influence in the universe you may know of the backward movement of Mercury, the retrograde.  It is still moving forward and yet appears moving backward.  That's life isn't it, on a path you keep walking yet circle back or need to step back to gain momentum to move forward. Some think Mercury retrograde is detrimental and self-defeating if one is trying to make continuous unimpeded progress.  I've come to another train of thought.  I look at it as if rowing a boat, you pull and stroke to propel the boat forward, yet as you lift the oars to stroke again you lose a bit of momentum and just glide.  With your continuous movement the oars re-enter the water to pull against the resistance and move you forward once again. Good lesson for life - even a car has to sit and idle at a traffic light, we can't always move forward without momentary glides, and stops, before we act again to help us gain more momentum.  We neverthel...

There's nothing like a trip to childhood to recall a taste that was such a part of living.  Tonight, after a very hard day of one challenge after another, I took a wee little visit to a past of summer days, and hearing the tinkling bell of the Good Humor ice cream truck.  I had two ice cream pops that I got in those days, one was an orange creamsicle, and the other was a strawberry ice cream pop with chocolate coating.  I'm almost melting at the thought of them both now.  I had a few happy moments tonight when I discovered the Dairy Queen has a new blizzard, strawberry with chocolate chunks. Merciful heavens, every spoonful transported me through the years to the summer of 1964, all us kids hanging out and running for the truck and getting my favorite ice cream in the world.  Everything was my favorite in the world back then - the world giving my favorite things so much more meaning, as if life couldn't exist without it.  With each spoonful, I could smel...

It seems in the spiritual world the message these days is about falling, and making sure to get up.  They are words of encouragement to be sure, reminding us that no matter how we fall, no matter what life hands us, the measure of who we are is that we get up again.  Well I've got some experience with that, spent most of my life like a Jack-in-the-box, always brushing off when life hit hard, jumped right back up and into the fray, refusing to be undone by challenges. ...and life happened. Today I found myself wanting to argue with that, was tired of the message about getting back up. One more comment and I was seeing red, I wanted to argue, wanted to scream that sometimes you can't get back up, you don't want to face the life, certainly not where you've been and not the challenge, the battles, the failure, the difficulty, and sometimes you just don't have the strength to get back up.  Sometimes,  there is nothing left to stand on. So, it left me mulling over ...