"Textured" for Photo Friday
“illusionary barriers” taken with Canon ES 20D see it bigger
There is no world “out there”.
What I perceive is all alive inside of me.
It is to that which I turn my attention.
“illusionary barriers” taken with Canon ES 20D see it bigger
There is no world “out there”.
What I perceive is all alive inside of me.
It is to that which I turn my attention.
life has rubbed away every last bit of callous around my heart i am here, defenseless and empty surrendering full up with tears of sorrow and joy forgiving and forgiven opening my heart to the unknown sky
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
I continue my exploration of energy, relationships and the online world today. I talked to a friend last night about her experiences with Facebook. I told her how often people tell me their secrets and how I have grown weary of it. She told me about how a new acquaintance on Facebook told her about…
within the burgeoning spring the wind blows fiercely living things are wrenched apart
Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
How many times are we told to forgive a transgression? Like it’s a prescription. It’s supposed to make us better or so the story goes. The point being what? Enlightenment? Brownie points in heaven? Feeling good inside? I wrote recently about how yoga has made me feel more vulnerable and more forgiving towards myself and…