Sit with me; hold hands.
Unleash the silence that is longing to take shape.
Soon the birds will begin to sing, and dawn will rise in our hearts,
not beautiful, not interesting,
and not at all like love,
but full of wanting
nothing but the day.
Tag Archives: self exploration photography
What I Was Thinking All Day
Some days you are just lucky and find butterflies in your hair.
No Time is Like A Present
My last post was new software and two hard drive disasters ago, therefor I get a free pass (which is nothing like a free past).
Its been like trying to see other people when you know you are in love. I couldn’t wait to be back with you. I’m so glad we are here together again.
Chastened
My word of the week. However, I did take this picture. Not sorry about it. Nope. Not even a little.
Seeker
I admit I love this picture. I thought my trip to the queen anne’s lace was a bust. Sometimes you think you see and you don’t. Occasionally that works in your favor.
Ironing a Red Shirt
maybe if your parents are always there for you,
you miss them all the time after they are gone.
maybe if your parents are never there for you,
you miss them all the time when they are gone.
maybe if your parents are always there for you,
you don’t really miss them when they are gone.
maybe if your parents are never there for you,
you don’t really miss them when they are gone.
maybe when your parents are gone,
they are always there for you,
and you miss them all the time.
what is beautiful remains 