live, exist

I love to wander local shops… to see what I can see.

Sometimes it’s as simple as a language arts card reminding me to move forward.

Other times, I’m reminded what is important.

And then there are things that just make me giggle. This one says “He! He! He! Aunt Millie”

And this one just makes me chuckle.

The words of great authors… leading my mind to higher thoughts .

And then there are things, that get me thinking of things, that really have nothing to do with the item. Like this simple adding machine. The error and repeat buttons caught my attention. Found myself wishing there were such buttons for life. Remove the errors – those things of negative value, and repeat those things that add value! If only it were that simple ;0)

note: all pictures taken with my camera phone and processed with Pixlr-o-matic.




out of focus?
change your focus
it will all become clear

open to possibilities

The last few months I have learned to be open to possibilities. That I can’t control the outcomes, but I can choose to be open to miracles and the unexpected. My world has been filled with unexpected delights! Sometimes, the thing you are seeking…

is not the thing that brings you the most delight.

True, Trilliums make me smile,
but Skunk Cabbage (or as my professor likes to call them; Swamp Lanterns) delights my soul!!! They are just such a bright spot in the darkness of the forest floor… why I love to call them Swamp Lanterns… and yet, their perfume won’t allow me to forget their other common name.








no longer hiding!


bright spirit

Moscow, Russia 1992


Over twenty years ago, this little girl and her dad, entered my heart, and never left. I remember her joy and the song she sang (Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! – Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka moya!)… the smiles, of all those who stopped to listen. The smile her dad had for her, and only her, when she glanced his way… for when she turned back to her audience, his smile slipped away. I can only imagine the anguish… I do not know their story… I do not know their names. I know that times were tough, and that families were doing what they could, to have food on the table and roofs over their heads. I know that they were supporting each other… that neither would have been there as a solo act.

I know that she sang from her heart… for that is what called to me, as I walked the tunnels of the Moscow metro system. It is what called to so many that day. All of us stopping and listening… captivated by this bright spirit, willing to shine in the darkness.

Thinking of her now, I find myself wondering what is the song I am to sing – and who will be behind me, supporting me… smiling, when I glance his way? How will my spirit shine in the darkness? Whose heart will I touch?

From Darkness Comes Light

I have been pretty quiet as of late…
I had to search my soul…
I had to enter the darkness to find the light…
I had to let go of the fear to feel the love…



a door, once closed, suddenly opened…
I stepped closer… my mind whirled…
it offered what I thought I wanted…
possibilities drew me closer…
my heart hesitated…

another stepped in front and entered…
she offered what they needed…
the door closed behind her.

there I stood, looking at the door…
questions filling my mind… my soul
why was I drawn to this door… why did I hesitate?
and why did its closing cast darkness on my world?

the door had distracted me…
pulled my focus from what I really sought…
as I turned away, my attention was drawn upwards…
an open window caught my eye… and caused my heart to soar…

it filled my world with light… and hope…
old dreams came back into focus… delighting my soul…
there are questions still unanswered, but I know which direction…

[photo credit: Kari Ann Holcomb]