sometimes there are no words, just floods of emotion, reflection… memories. there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of my grandmother. today would have been her 93rd birthday. 

[nanabird]

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Oct 17, 2014

sometimes there are no words, just floods of emotion, reflection… memories. there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of my grandmother. today would have been her 93rd birthday.

[nanabird]

photo found via :: http://sanjuanupdate.com/2012/01/someone-else-to-look-out-for-with-all-the-cold/

always felt like a bit of an alien spaceship
in most places.
never been the type to fit
into molds, cultures, races,
faces of what’s “normal”,
although i’ve tried.

but what is normal?
is there anything such?
or
is it only something we mirror
to make ourselves feel a part
of something?
a something, that most often,
isn’t sure of itself either.

was often told i was a bit of a bother,
never knew how to change that.

often told i’d be good at this or that
profession, 
duty, 
skill set,
never listened for very long.

for there are drums in the distance
that have always called me
and they have always welcomed
my antics, blanket landings of ideas.

and somehow over the years, i’ve found myself
feeling less and less uncomfortable from time to time
and more compelled than ever, to simply be brave.

[normal]

image credit :: kirill sinani [national geographic]http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/chasing-ufos/articles/five-good-reasons-to-believe-in-ufos/
Oct 15, 2014

always felt like a bit of an alien spaceship
in most places.

never been the type to fit
into molds, cultures, races,
faces of what’s “normal”,
although i’ve tried.

but what is normal?
is there anything such?
or
is it only something we mirror
to make ourselves feel a part
of something?
a something, that most often,
isn’t sure of itself either.

was often told i was a bit of a bother,
never knew how to change that.

often told i’d be good at this or that
profession,
duty,
skill set,
never listened for very long.

for there are drums in the distance
that have always called me
and they have always welcomed
my antics, blanket landings of ideas.

and somehow over the years, i’ve found myself
feeling less and less uncomfortable from time to time
and more compelled than ever, to simply be brave.

[normal]

image credit :: kirill sinani [national geographic]
http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/chasing-ufos/articles/five-good-reasons-to-believe-in-ufos/

you may not see it now, but there is something beautiful to behold. so climb on child, for at your peaks you will see the incredible depths from which you have come and the incredible views of where you are to go. but even still, the most meaningful of views will be the beauty of the courage in which you have grown.

[in valleys and at peaks]

photo credit :: jared nielson
http://nielsonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-armenia-climbing.html?m=1
Oct 13, 2014

you may not see it now, but there is something beautiful to behold. so climb on child, for at your peaks you will see the incredible depths from which you have come and the incredible views of where you are to go. but even still, the most meaningful of views will be the beauty of the courage in which you have grown.

[in valleys and at peaks]

photo credit :: jared nielson
http://nielsonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-armenia-climbing.html?m=1

tired minds fall as rain
stumbling into slumber’s reign
limp immobile wings

[slumber’s reign]

photo found on the w w w
Oct 13, 2014 / 1 note

tired minds fall as rain
stumbling into slumber’s reign
limp immobile wings

[slumber’s reign]

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keeper of all things
revealer of secrets held
hearts ticking forward

[time :: a haiku]

photo credit :: cathy h.http://grammaslittlecorner.blogspot.com/
Oct 11, 2014 / 1 note

keeper of all things
revealer of secrets held
hearts ticking forward

[time :: a haiku]

photo credit :: cathy h.
http://grammaslittlecorner.blogspot.com/

clearing a path
into the unknown
we wonder, as we wander,
if the path will be kind because we are kind,
good, if we are good;
for after all, we are only wanderers
and we’ve no other compass
no other path,
and no other home,
but do not mistake us as lost,
for we know ourselves
and
the path we clear is within ourselves
and
the bravery we share,
it is in spite of ourselves.

[the bravery we share]

quote image found on the w w w
Oct 9, 2014

clearing a path
into the unknown
we wonder, as we wander,
if the path will be kind because we are kind,
good, if we are good;
for after all, we are only wanderers
and we’ve no other compass
no other path,
and no other home,
but do not mistake us as lost,
for we know ourselves
and
the path we clear is within ourselves
and
the bravery we share,
it is in spite of ourselves.

[the bravery we share]

quote image found on the w w w

soldiers of our thoughts
we march forward,
though speechless
our minds ramble on
and we do not remember
names, details, expectations;
we remember
how we felt, how we looked,
if we were offended, accepted,
manipulated, rejected.
creatures of comfort
ever analyzing how we’re doing
at this moment and the next,
ever forgetting to absorb
all that is around us.

[the quieter you become]

quote image found on the w w w
Oct 7, 2014 / 1 note

soldiers of our thoughts
we march forward,
though speechless
our minds ramble on
and we do not remember
names, details, expectations;
we remember
how we felt, how we looked,
if we were offended, accepted,
manipulated, rejected.
creatures of comfort
ever analyzing how we’re doing
at this moment and the next,
ever forgetting to absorb
all that is around us.

[the quieter you become]

quote image found on the w w w

midnight reflections on a funeral:

sometimes

we’ve no idea what to feel

to say or do

and we’ve no idea which way

is forward

or up or onward or right

and we’ve no light to follow

to find, to illuminate

the shadows,

the reasons which have no explanations,

no concrete circumstantial evidence for faults or blames

for there are no answers, only questions

from searching faces holding up

searching eyes behind which

are blank canvases of anger, of hurt

because we’ve no idea what to feel

to say or do

and we’ve no idea which way

is forward

or up or onward or right

and we’ve no light to follow

to find, to illuminate…

[illuminations]

in memory of everleigh rose
8.27.14 - 9.26.14

photo found on the w w w
Oct 5, 2014

midnight reflections on a funeral:

sometimes

we’ve no idea what to feel

to say or do

and we’ve no idea which way

is forward

or up or onward or right

and we’ve no light to follow

to find, to illuminate

the shadows,

the reasons which have no explanations,

no concrete circumstantial evidence for faults or blames

for there are no answers, only questions

from searching faces holding up

searching eyes behind which

are blank canvases of anger, of hurt

because we’ve no idea what to feel

to say or do

and we’ve no idea which way

is forward

or up or onward or right

and we’ve no light to follow

to find, to illuminate…

[illuminations]

in memory of everleigh rose
8.27.14 - 9.26.14

photo found on the w w w

i realized that he had a life
that he had demons
and things
to run away from.

i realized that he was just a man,
that he had problems
and places
ever-haunting.

i realized this,
but i’d believed,
believed that he
could do no wrong.

fell from the sky that day,
fell from the sun to the deep
with my tears to catch me,
tears to catch me.

[tears to catch me]

photography by hossein zare
Oct 4, 2014 / 1 note

i realized that he had a life

that he had demons

and things

to run away from.

i realized that he was just a man,

that he had problems

and places

ever-haunting.

i realized this,

but i’d believed,

believed that he

could do no wrong.

fell from the sky that day,

fell from the sun to the deep

with my tears to catch me,

tears to catch me.

[tears to catch me]

photography by hossein zare

because thicker skin

is the only way up

and confidence within

is assured luck

so between the lines

you breath out the “not fairs”

and climb the thin vines

to all you’ve dreamed is there.

[the only way up]

photo found on the w w w
Oct 3, 2014 / 1 note

because thicker skin

is the only way up

and confidence within

is assured luck

so between the lines

you breath out the “not fairs”

and climb the thin vines

to all you’ve dreamed is there.

[the only way up]

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