Tuesday, May 17, 2011

swamped

so playing along, with naptime, who's playing along... because i am a fan of good 'ol will, and also it's true, i am just swamped! and what's there to do but laugh along with those also battling r.o.u.s. so see you on the other side of the fire swamp.

“I can’t keep my head above water one minute to the next: it’s not just the parties and the goo-gooing with what’s-her-name, I’ve got to decide how long the Five Hundredth Anniversary Parade is going to be and where does it start and when does it start and which nobleman gets to march in front of which other nobleman so that everyone’s still speaking to me at the end of it, plus I’ve got a wife to murder and a country to frame for it, plus I’ve got to get the war going once that’s all happened, and all this is stuff I’ve got to do myself. Here’s what it all comes down to: I’m just swamped, Ty.”

Friday, May 13, 2011

this moment

THIS moment was made possible by amy. who's blog had a raffle, and i won! i won a lot more then having my portrait taken, amy and i have been cyber friends for awhile and we finally got to meet, it was a cosmic, cool, happening. she's super talented, check her out here: soulshine imagery, her photography business. more about that and her here soon! along with her portraits of me !!!


{this moment} - Joining Soulemama's Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

10 minutes

so i found myself alone again, in blissful silence, for 10 minutes. i like that it is starting to happen again, that i find myself alone in a quiet, beautiful place. my soul has been hungry, starving even... here's 10 more minutes that will someday contribute to the self, that is truly me, to live at the surface.









and then i came home to the normal, everyday, minutes. and for a moment i realized the beautiful in my pile of reality, that there can be no dream without reality, there is no beauty without ugliness, there is no peaceful bliss without the deafening chatter.