I Feek Lost

I feel lost.


The sands of time whispering through my fingertips.
A heart being crammed through a paper shredder.
Heavy eyelids that refuse to completely drain their tear basins.

I feel lost.

I need someone, anyone, to help me find my way back home.
Follow the saltwater trail, through the woods, to the house made of candy,
where I'm being eaten alive, and bring me home.

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought
people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean
sugary.  It's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.


 ~ Catherine Breillat

Baby Face

Baby Face,
You've got the cutest little baby face

There's not another who can take your place,

Baby Face,
My heart, poor heart is thumpin'
You sure have started somethin',

Baby Face,
I'm up in heaven
When I'm in your fond embrace

Well I need a shove
Because I'm in love
With my pretty Baby face,

The Voice, Whitney Houston

Whitney Houston, an incredible voice, silenced here on earth.

But, oh my, in heaven right now, the choir , oh my the choir is singing......

This is my favorite song, I can listen to this over and over and over.

The hardest part of being alone......

The hardest part of being alone.....
when you really need someone to talk to, there's nobody around. 
when you are feeling so down, there is nobody to give you a hand up.
when you feel so lost, there is nobody to shine a light on the trail
when you just want to feel someone touching your hand, there's nobody there to hold it.
when you want to hear the sound of another voice, there's nobody there but silence
the hardest part of being alone........
there's nobody there.

Simple Gifts

"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life

which are the real ones after all."

~Laura Ingalls Wilder

Here are just a few of the many gifts for which I am grateful:

~taking a deep breath~

~beginning~

~knowing that my camera is by my side and ready~

~becoming so lost in revising a poem

that time ceases to exist~

~taking a walk on a trail I've never followed before~

~discovering an old barn~

~watching a hawk fly by almost near enough to touch~

~stacks and stacks of books~

~a phone call from a friend I miss~

~campfires~

~the way strawberries bring a blush to a bowl of cream~

~the scent of lavender~

~an email out of the blue from a long-lost friend~

~the sound of a cat's purr ~

~cinnamon toast~

~wooden bowls~

~Queen Anne's lace~

~curling up in a quilt with a book and a cup of tea~

~old keys that long ago lost their doors~

~playing Scrabble ~

~the scent of cedar~

~mix & match dishes in a camp kitchen~

~sea-polished stones~

~the candle that's burning on my desk~

~the rain (softer now) that's falling outside my window~

~forgiving~

~being forgiven~

~moving on~

~letting go~

~beginning again~

Simple Days

January is flying by but I wasn't fast enough to jump onto her wing and hitch a ride. I feel I have been left behind and am taking the scenic path. I have been working very slowly. I'm not sure why this is? I think I'm gathering my thoughts and still recharging my creative battery? It's strange as when the new year arrives you want to throw yourself into the fresh new beginning. But the mind is not willing and is telling me it's a journey not a race. So I've been looking.


I've met Jack Frost a couple of times, but this year he has more business elsewhere, not here where I live.


Sky watching. I've done a lot of that. In fact I always do. There is more magic in light than in anything I feel.

January has gifted me with lavender sweets, celandines in bloom, a tear shed or two, falling into heather and the highlands by candlelight via the pages of my book, answering a song thrush that definitely spoke to me! Beautiful new music, browsing in bookshops, sweet incense and warm spicy soup, a meteorite so ancient my mind boggled and of course the prettiest thing of January, snowdrops.


Thus have been my days. Simple days.

In between I've been painting, writinhg, taking photographs.  Many projects on the to do list. And with the muse deciding it's rest time, it's taking longer than anticipated. But, we'll get there. ;)