Sometimes Boogeymen abound

 Birmingham, Alabama 

December 2021

Sometimes boogeymen lurk all around.  When they threaten I cause my life to swerve off course to avoid facing them.  Then I remember that many of them are really reflections of my fears.

Trust your instincts

December 2021

I kept feeling like I was being watched…peeping Tom frogs are just the worst.  Trust your instincts.

What your thoughts do to the scene

 Birmingham, Alabama

December 2021

The top picture is actually how the scene looked. When editing it I would look at the picture and the scene gave me such a feeling of abandonment and loss that I decided to change it.  Just by adding the two red dots for tail lights the energy completely shifted for me.  Now I was hopeful, now there was forward movement.  I somehow felt I could catch up and undo the leave taking .  So, I started looking at other areas where I am looking at something in my life one way and wondering what the addition of a couple of red dots would do to change my perspective.

Breaking News

Breaking News

Birmingham Alabama

December 15, 2021 

Museum cat caught sleeping after committing a night of vandalism.

Using photos as metaphors!

Alpine, Alabama

December 2021

You are something!

Often, I just see things and they shout, but sometimes whisper messages to me, so that is when I grab a picture.  Being a visual person and having my phone glued to my hand that is easy.  Pictures work much better when I want to hold on to a memory.  Tried downloading whole articles that speak to me and just ended up being lost in all the info out there.  For me it is absolutely true that a picture is worth a 1000 words.  I discovered blogs I had written years ago that I thought were lost.  That has encouraged me to do some more with blogging but with a bit of a different slant...that means doing it how I darn well want at the time.  I want to use pictures that speak to me and pass the message on.  When the idea is but a whisper I love photo editing apps so you will get what I saw in the moment...sometimes my quirky just has to escapes. Other times the instance is just yelling to look and those images are straight forward.

For the first in the series, I want you to meet Kona. The moment was giving me the message to pour a little, or lot of, love and trust in myself and...hey girl get goin'!

Change's lesson

Alpine Alabama

Geese semaphored their goodbye across the sky heading south this morning. Denial is no longer an option the changeling child that is the herald of fall has found me.   I gaze out at the waif that is no longer summer but not fall's cool child of even temperament and brilliant color either.  No... Slow moving and dulled by the heat, this messenger listlessly scatters yellow, tattered leaves that limp slowly toward the ground.  She stands bare legged among tired stalks of summer's bounty; the seed heads the only reminder of their glory days.  I yearn to turn my head and like a mantra repeat...I have not seen and do not know what her appearance means.  Once our eyes lock that is no longer possible...she beckons me outside...the only legitimate place to speak of nature.

We settled on a bench under a tree.  In this afternoon I learn a lesson from Change...my breath hitches to even hear her name.  I have run from her for years and have no wish to come face to face on this hot and dusty day.  In a thin and papery voice she whispers that soon summer will be just a smile within my heart.  “Too soon, I whine... I did not see it coming …I need time to prepare.”  Taking pity on me, Change says, "let me explain what I think you have misinterpreted and perhaps we can yet be friends."  

"Mother Nature has been leaving signs and signals for days.  Look about you and see.  She has changed her color palette...yes, gone are the vibrant greens and blues…but look at the soft and gentle, yellows, browns and golds.  Always the good mother she blankets the world this time of year in yellow as a reminder that the sunny days you love will come again."  "What of all my lovely flowers they're shriveled and gone," I whine?  Change, shaking her head looks sadly at me..."you are so afraid of me that you tell yourself stories of all I will wrench from you.  Instead, I have knowledge to give to you this day.  In mourning what is lost you overlook what is gained.  See those seeds they are busily creating their heritage... and also your next garden!  You understand that can’t be done while they are in full flower.  Each seed carries at its center memories of seasons gone before and plans for ones to come.  How can you not see the beauty and magic held in those tiny cases?  I could give you many more examples that you could admire of this season of preparation but my time is short and you must discover certain things yourself.  The gift from me is for you to know…within each loss you ever fear, your resistance blinds you to the preparations for your future already being planned.   No need to clutch so tightly to what is passing...it's an impossible task, anyway…but remember what will come next carries within its heart a part of that which came before. So find your continuing connection to all around and go forward…oh, and yes smile.”

STOP, LISTEN

Alpine, Al

Nature slips in to whisper... I hope for the silence to hear her.  The busyness of life's insistent demands will gleefully, when allowed free rein, drown out the things I really need to hear... this the whisper reminds me!