Transplant

I feel like a flower brought home from a garden center and planted in a garden.  Slowly I unfurl my roots.

The White Man Ruin

Here is the shell

This I thought was amazing, it looks almost 3 dimensional.

Had to play with it.

The view

The irony is not lost that this is found on a reservation.....

Moved

The time has finally arrived; I am now in Utah.  Stopped to photograph a 'white-man' ruin along the road; a Standard Oil building that is literally in ruins.  Beautiful artwork (graffiti) adorned what walls stood, including the fireplace.  On every subsequent trips to Moab; each time I passed it I made a determination I would photograph it.  Pretty cool.

Creativity

Personally when I feel I am denying my creativity I feel it create it's own turbulence inside; it keeps building until it's released or I don't know what.

Deny creativity
And the tempest blooms within
Destroying the source

Storm Clouds

I felt the clouds building behind my eyes, alas the tempest broke and tears rained down.  Relief.

Trust

He lost that trust in the midst of his vanity.

Music

Soothes the savage beast....at least that is the line I learned.   Music conjures many emotions, memories,or  any other subconscious reaction; as in the case from the Friday Night Porch Jams that were held throughout this past summer at various places but mostly on my front porch.  I miss our get together - s.   But I deferr

Pandora Radio has announced today they plan on going to a monthly plan; which I have purposely avoided.  If they had contacted any one of us that subscribe yearly and given an option of a higher yearly price over a monthly price I probably would've kept it.  But like somethings it seems to have had its 'season' with me; as a friend that kept me company in the night, cried with me through various heartbreaks, we will separate as we each go in our different directions.  Will my 'music' change that much?  I look forward to knowing as 44 more days continue in the culling....I guess somethings we know about, some things we don't.  

The Ides of March....

are upon thee.  And so it goes; an edgy kinda day, true yin/yang experiences.  One of my drivers counted my remaining days as a dispatcher and it's narrowed down to 47.  I'm finding it difficult to wrap myself around that.  I just want to come home and shove things in boxes and wait, but I know I will get through this.  

It has showed me how I do need to get busy pulling things out of areas; start going through more thoroughly, discard, give away, recycle, or whatever the time is upon me.  Forward I will go.....

Rites and Wonts

When habits become rituals we communicate our code.  Creating the reaction before the action drawing forth the consequences.

Revealing habits

To shed this mortal coil

Becomes ritual

On Aging

Ring out the old, ring in the new
as life continues it's ebb and flow
I understand the 'midlife crisis'
as the melancholy reflects within these fading eyes


I am feeling very old
but know I am not -
Though outward limitations are placed upon my persons
signaling the rapid movement towards that decrepitude


In my perceptibility I grow transparent
within this world of magnificent color
as I question the validity of this life


Does it or did it even matter to anyone but myself?

And so it begins

the babbling of one's soul