This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.
I will speak my truth no matter the consequence. All those little lies I’ve told myself and others– all those strategies and coping mechanisms the little dances I’ve done –each one a little death killing a part of my spirit. For the sake of what? Safety? Ha! Security? Ha! Being liked or approved of? Ha!…
I just LOVE this quote! “When you complain all you do is broadcast, ‘There’s a victim in the neighborhood!’.” -Maya Angelou Or, as my wonderful friend Trina says in her Sushi Song, “Quit Yer Bitchin’” 🙂 (This is directed at ME, by the way, not YOU. I put this here as a reminder to myself…
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
And that’s an order! 😉 I went out looking for something “orderly” for Photo Friday this week. I have an eye for love, self-expression and freedom far more than I do for “order”, I guess. Not having luck with “order”, I started seeing orders like, “keep out” or “stop at light” that our society uses…