I fall apart over and over and over, and then, I put myself back together again and again and again. That's what nature teaches me in this photo. Perfect. xo
and it happens all on its own too. it's pretty darned incredible.xoerin
Somewhere, poppies will rise and be counted. On my hillside, they volunteered only once. In the California desert, wild flowers were most visible after the ground had been scorched by wildfires and winter rains were abundant. I've actually planted seeds and starters every year with little success.
rosaria! what you say about the wild flowers after wildfires! how is it that it takes us so long to learn when the intelligent proof is all around us?these poppies cropped up last year beside the house we are yet renting, still waiting to move south. i saw them from an upstairs window reflected in the neighbour's window. nobody, as far as i know, did anything. they found their own way. while i will be happy to move, i can't but be grateful for experiencing these flowers here again. xoerin
Erin,If i unfocus my eyes,i see a layer of smoke embedded in the image..No amount of freedom is concise,but whatever comes our way,we'll take it..Wonder ful work as always'
manik, neither freedom nor constraint are as simple as they seem. they're married with one another. but yes, however the seasons present, i'm game:)xoerin
it's a circle, 'til it ain't...reckon?
glenn, i reckon the circle is eternal, whether we're conscious of it or not. i feel pretty ok about that.xoerin
Yes. We must drop our leaves so we can begin anew.
amanda, that continual process of transformation.))xoerin
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))