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un found

2011-05-16T15:30:00.002-04:00

sometimes you watch a film that is made to break your heart and it does. but you still seek such films, somehow they leave you feeling unfound, discovered but not claimed. then there is the music that repeats itself and you do not have the heart to turn it off for it is hauntingly beautiful and through it you feel as if there is still a possibilty that they will turn around and take you with them

with you.........

the road

2010-11-02T14:00:00.001-04:00

i was scared of being too still, that my feet could no longer be rushed or made to run

but suddenly i am pushed forward, moving, open wide i say to her, open your eyes

wide dear girl, life is right around that bend...

i see

2010-07-13T20:22:00.003-04:00

sometimes i think i am looking. i think i am seeing things and so i take pictures to capture it. this foggy morning i realized i have not seen very much- i stopped seeing for months now i stared blankly that is all i was doing.

today i promise to see.

tolstoy

2010-02-03T17:24:00.003-05:00

sometimes i lay awake thinking of what you must have seen in your lifetime. not knowing anything about where you came from hurts my soul. your kind eyes and scars make me love you so. i wish you could use words to tell me about it all.. for now i will read what i can in your eyes and in the majestic way you carry yourself my dear, dear tolstoy.

silence of winter

2010-01-17T19:10:00.003-05:00

there is a quietness to winters beauty that i can not find in any other season
even when my fingers get cold, i linger, i look, i stare and inhale. i hold on to that breath for even exhaling would disrupt the magical silence of a winters showing.

blush

2009-11-09T15:47:00.004-05:00

i see it the way it wants me too, but feel it ten times more
how will i ever thank it for opening my eyes and my heart so wide
for allowing be to stand, even though my knees shake.

sun

2009-10-26T23:05:00.003-04:00

the october sun knows me so well. it holds me close and accountable.
it's rays are like extended arms, reaching me, grabbing hold and keeping me warm.

reflection

2009-08-10T11:51:00.003-04:00

sometimes in a reflections we see more. we walk around thinking we look like how we feel but for myself my reflection tells so much more than the now, more than this very moment. i see so much in my reflection, a lot i wish i could erase, not only the lines but the whole story.

to somewhere

2009-06-23T14:14:00.004-04:00

i know that all paths lead to somewhere, but then what shall i swim across, throw myself off the cliff, pretend i know how to fly what happens when the path has ended and i have stood there for far too long
what then i wonder..

stand

2009-06-09T12:34:00.002-04:00

sometimes i am surrounded with so many, yet none feel as i do.
my back against the sky, a cloud acting like my shadow i stand still.
i do not move. my feet drink up the rain and my head remains as always
in the clouds.

changes

2009-04-28T14:12:00.004-04:00

in one moment while i was looking the other way. life changed from what i once knew well, to things i know nothing about. a light slowly cast's upon the things that will only be here for a while longer. my promise to myself is to be present while it changes instead of asking how and why, i would like to say i watched it happen and it was beautiful

layers

2009-04-08T15:14:00.002-04:00

the layering of petals creates this beautiful flower, delicate fragrant, lovely. my layers are different, complicated, painful and raw. I am not sure what they create and why sometimes i shed a few only to add new ones.

2009-03-09T14:45:00.003-04:00

i often look up at the sky, as if waiting to be lifted
up, get a closer view. i think i would sleep well on a cloud.
sometimes i think something is looking down, and i wonder
if it finds me interesting. i want it to grap my hand.

2008-09-24T10:19:00.003-04:00

sometimes things remain that long ago should have fallen, left, disappeared. but when it is in front you it is as if it was always meant to be..but this is only an illusion that has mislead you and complicated everything.

2008-08-05T11:40:00.002-04:00

there is songs on the radio
that remind me of you, of us, in seconds
a flood of memories would rush through me and
my day would be lost, i would reach for the
dial to turn it off as quick as i could
but today, i let it play , one hand on the steering wheel
and the other out the window
today i realized that there were no more feelings to these
memories.....

2008-06-10T09:23:00.004-04:00

tucked in my memory is the day
the people who attended, the music
that was played, the dress, the veil even the robin
egg blue shoes hidden so perfectly under my dress
i remember smiling and i remember him looking at me....
i remember the diamond bracelet glistening in the rain, and the lost dog
on the highway...

still

2008-05-31T08:59:00.003-04:00

I wish I was in a haze, I wish everything seemed
blurry, I wish that the capability too feel sadness, emotion'
was temporary turned off, temporally I wish too be still

2008-04-02T10:36:00.004-04:00

It is often while driving that i find
my way.......

.

2008-03-12T14:14:00.006-04:00

at a very early age my mother
taught me about beautiful things
and how to spot them. we would find
beauty in the most unusual spaces
a wilting flower, an alley way, a sad face
but sometimes it doesn't take a special
eye to spot something beautiful it just requires
patience to stand before it and soak it all in.

..

2008-03-07T17:59:00.009-05:00

I am her, the girl, the woman,
the lady, the miss and she. I often
find myself wondering if it is okay to be all
the bits and the pieces. to be whole
even when feeling empty. I am
the girl who can run in heels, but also the woman
who is not afraid of wellies I am her the she
that gets pedicures once a year after a 50 mile
trek in the woods, up mountains across rivers.
i am her with a glass case full of red shoes and
fancy necklaces, i am a girl, a woman and every shoe
has been thru the dirt and up a hill

2008-02-13T09:17:00.005-05:00

sometimes i stop and look, sometimes
it is not enough so I step out of my car
and stare, sometimes I feel lucky that my
life is filled with gray moments like these.
Sometimes I am lucky that my heart knows
how to see, sometimes I am lucky that
something stares back at me with eyes like these.

2008-02-11T14:35:00.000-05:00

I like playing in the dirt,
I like building things with a hammer
and nails, I like driving my car fast... yes
I do... but I am still a girl, still a woman
a lady......and I often do it wearing skirts.

2008-02-06T11:15:00.000-05:00

I turned the tap on, lowered my
head to the sink, emersed my
hands into the coldest water and
brought them to my face....it felt incredible
to me this morning..incredible.
rain falls outside my window..what
a luxury I have, rain outside my window,
in my taps, and in....

2008-02-04T13:29:00.000-05:00

it is february and there is no
snow to cover the ground. I find
myself walking in the yard and spotting
little bits of life that are emerging. I see
green underneath leaves, next to stones,
at the foot of the apple trees as they too begin
to bud...life is growing
and perhaps with it my ideas begin to bud giving
life to my dreams..

2008-02-01T16:05:00.000-05:00

i hear the rain outside
my window, yet a light hits
the table..three balls of wool
and a pearl. perhaps that is what
I am made of....

2008-01-30T17:54:00.000-05:00

perhaps it is because we
see so little of it these days, that I follow
it. My love for natural light
waits for me to capture it, truth betold
it is she that has me surrendering

2008-01-28T08:10:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I wonder
about the paths I have
taken, decisions that I have
made...always frightened
of making mistakes but also
believing that they just might
have been written for me. I now
find myself at a new path or is it a dirt road or
perhaps it is a forest what ever it is
i must get ready, I must come up with
a dream so that I can begin to walk towards it's
reality.

2008-01-25T16:45:00.000-05:00

i have spent less time in this bed
but sometimes on rare mornings
it is the most beautiful place to be,
the sun peeks thru and
gently wakes me from my sleep...
i can almost hear it whisper "get up,
get up, today i give you a new day"

2008-01-25T12:16:00.000-05:00

i sit and think of things that comfort me,
my favorite cup, the book at the side of my bed,
the red of my favorite piece, the scent of
my tea as i bring it to my lips