Archive for September, 2010

Friendship is a million little things

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010

Every relationship in my life is all about the little things. The moments, the little thoughts, the small hurdles, the inside jokes. The tender feelings. It is the photograph shared. It is the poem read. It is the song we both love. It is a hug. A pat on the back. A knowing glance. It is recognition.

Today, I am so very thankful for my friends. I am fortunate to be loved and to love.

Take me somewhere I can breathe

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010
Take me somewhere I can breathe, originally uploaded by G!L.
I want not to feel trapped,
glued within a story I do not belong…
not one more day.
I want not to feel anchored pathetic
to someone else’s shore,
buoyed in its misery.
I want not to forget…
the contoured belly of hope,
to lay idle blurring into obscurity.
I want not to inhale…
the fetid decay of who I once was,
exhaling despair in every direction.
I want not to pick the carcass of love…
for anything worth keeping…
watching wishbones brittle,
waiting to get the bigger piece,
to be set free.
Take me somewhere I can breathe,
And I will sing you the sweetest song,
slightly off-key.

Wave Goodbye by Sophie Madeleine

The Chair Farm

Monday, September 20th, 2010

76/365, originally uploaded by vanessa.paxton.

Simply a beautiful picture worth sharing…

It makes me think of ‘home’ as if we will gather with everyone we ever loved right here in this field…muted, surreal. And then there is the bird, always… how lovely.

A couple songs to sit with…

The People That Come and Go by MyNameIsJohnMichael

Where No Endings End by Keren Ann

Book Voyager

Friday, September 17th, 2010

Book Voyager, originally uploaded by Lavennz OSY.

OH! Could a picture be more dear to my heart?


Thursday, September 16th, 2010

…goodbye 2007, originally uploaded by .ultraviolett.

…All things fade,
And people go away.
I wear their farewells,
ribboned in my hair,
Like an unearned crown…

Wishing (you) well by Charlene Soraia
Que Sera, Sera (Whatever will be, will be) by Doris Day

A message of hope…

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

I saw this message somewhere and thought others might like to see it as well…

Reflections muddled

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Autumn Art in a Puddle, originally uploaded by Batikart.

I feel thick the tears swelling my troubles
to the most incredible proportions.
And I am parched for self-love.
Teetering on the edge of apathy and overwhelm.
I am anything but balanced.
I want not to dwell on the dissected parts of me.

Oh please!
Sketch me the tiniest wings of hope,
and I will take flight in a positive direction.
I will pack my displaced courage,
Leave behind the sentimental suits
Of guilt and disregard.
Stuff fat my pockets with every memory,
And I will be on my way.

Let the month of growth begin…

Sunday, September 12th, 2010


Ok…I have been procrastinating. I get sidetracked easy.

On my to-do-list, I expressed my desire to do a few things every day for 30 days in attempts to start some feel-good habits. I want to journal, to meditate and to take a photo every day for 30 days straight. What better time than the present to start? Tomorrow! Yes! Tomorrow! Monday morning (September 13th).

I will find some way of sharing my progress with you. There must be some application, some widget that can help with this…it is simply a matter of finding it…


September 13 — DONE!
Todays photograph(s)

See if I have meditated, journaled and photographed something today…click below for more…


Forgive yourself

Friday, September 10th, 2010

forgive yourself, originally uploaded by june whitehorse.

On my to-do-list is to forgive someone. I don’t feel especially upset with anyone else. I try to forgive people quickly. Life is messy, I give people free passes more often than not. It may be a flaw but it is how I am. I don’t like grudges they are like knots within, tangled weeds preventing growth of love, happiness—all the good things. So, who to forgive? Maybe people I will never run across again?

I forgive that guy who cut me off and then called me a [expletive]. You were probably having a bad day or something. Maybe you were late for an important event or just received horrible news. Whatever your reason, I forgive you.

I forgive the many customer service representatives that aren’t friendly or helpful. Your job must be frustrating dealing with complaining, inarticulate people all day. No matter the cause of your flippancy, I forgive you.

I decided my own harshest judgments are saved for me. I am most unforgiving with myself… I am intolerant of my own misgivings, my shortcomings, my weaknesses. So, who better to forgive than myself?

Today, I forgive myself for being easily distracted. I forgive myself for being impatient because mostly I am just excited and eager. I forgive myself for being tired and for not finishing everything I start. I forgive myself for not posting every single day. I forgive myself for not exercising, cleaning, writing, reading… (insert a million more things) enough…

Today, I forgive me.

Raining reflection

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

, originally uploaded by john curley.

How do we see ourselves? Is it through our own sense of self, completely independent of others? Or is it through others? Is our sense of self, our perception of ourselves just a reflection of what others see?

I struggle with this concept because I am a hope mongrel, a believer, a friendly fiend. =) I believe every person has good in them, has the potential to be something great and mostly everyone wants to be good. Wants to be nice. Wants to be lovely. Some just don’t know how. And when you believe the best in and OF people, reflections are murky sometimes.

Sometimes people do not choose to be good, do not choose to be nice. And when I focus my time on these people who continuously choose not to do the right thing, who choose to live in a way that doesn’t feel right for me… I find I like my reflection a little bit less. It skews just a fraction, just enough to feel ‘off’.

I realize I cannot, should not, be entirely defined by another person, yet aren’t we reflected back to ourselves by every person we encounter, every moment and every choice in how we fill each of them, every interaction of every day. Aren’t we a sum total of our experiences? And when we choose to fill our time with people who do not reflect what or who we want to be it becomes difficult to discern just exactly what we are seeing from what we think we are seeing. And some days… I just don’t know anymore.

I miss my reflection in the soft rain for which Seattle is so famous. I am thankful summer is almost over and Autumn is taking over. Rain, rain, come again! =) I am ready for a new season, a new reflection. I am ready for new… or old… but not the same.