Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Monday, 25 August 2014
Sunday, 24 August 2014
Friday, 22 August 2014
22 August
A garden of stones at the beach
When we first moved to this rather tiny island it was a cold and stormy valentine's
day. We ordered take away Chinese food and ate at the dining room table
surrounded by piles of old books tied together with twine.
The surf crashed outside our windows
but we were warm and cozy inside our beach house.
In the Spring I ventured outside to the beaches.
At the beginning I couldn't bear to part with any of my little treasures...
Joe said he would look out the window and see me
walking the beach and across the street toward home
with a handful of stones, a pocketful of beach glass
or a piece of driftwood thrown over my shoulder.
All through that first summer I found tiny treasures left upon the beaches.
Clam shells nestled into each other babushka style,
beautiful heart shaped rocks left in conspicuous places
where the sun would shine upon them,
circles of starfish and many letters spelling out messages in the sand
with small stones, shells, or driftwood.
Slowly...
I began to nurture the ability to let go of my need to carry everything home with me.
I left things on the beach for others to see.
I began to build blessings for the next person to see...
I planted blessings....
I built cairns-towers of rocks,
I built sandcastle villages with flags and glistening sea glass towers,
and I planted stone flowers....
It's hard to know who will come upon the little blessings
which I leave behind
I hope it brings them joy.
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
Sunday, 17 August 2014
17 august
home
Walking home from the beach
guilty pleasure
Ice cream.
'Nuff said
lucky
There is an old Irish tradition that states
If you put your feet in the water
On 15 August
You will have good luck for
The rest of the year.
We will be lucky this year.
heart
window
Out my living room window
Saturday, 9 August 2014
10 august
bathroom selfie
me - in my bathroom
me - in my bathroom
hop, skip, or jump
Box or package
This is the bottle cap
Of my favorite beer
Creative angle
The view from my kitchen window
Over the sink
The lowlands parking lot
Memorial park in the foreground
Baseball park beyond
Short beach across the street
Sun setting
Moon rising
Over our rather tiny island
unfocused
This is my pantry.
I have been meaning to paint it for about a year and a half.
I was motivated to get it done by the math class I signed up for....
Which is what I should be focused on.
Monday, 4 August 2014
5 august
At the start of august
evenings stretch out
slow and silky
longer now and savory
high tide
rising on my heels
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