Free at Sea

Day after day, He drenched her with love, And she was nothing but cavalier. He tried and he tried, But to no avail, Until his breaking point was near. She woke one day, To find he had gone, She had driven him from his turf. He stood and he stared, As the waves crashed down, […]

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Hanging On

Leaf Art

I watched little leaves, Drifting in the wind.Spinning, twirling, floating.Landing ever so softly,On the ground beneath my feet. On the branch above,One was still hanging on.Quivering in the breeze. And I wondered…Was it shaking from fear,Afraid to let go?Or was it fighting to break free,Hoping to fly? And I wondered…If that were me,What would I do?Would […]

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Dreams in the Mist

I don’t know if anyone else ever falls into this trap, but I constantly find myself trying to turn my dreams—or the things I love—into some kind of product, as if they’re things I need to own. It’s like the person who loves to swim, who’ll never be satisfied until their backyard has a pool… […]

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Stealing the Spotlight

You can’t put her in a cage and expect her song to be about you. – JM Storm This is the third time I’ve posted an image of our old, vacant birdhouse. The very first time was in black and white. I did the old “make it look like a painting” editing job again, and […]

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Bohemian Hummingbird

“I feel in every girl there is a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go, would run and dance in grassy fields until the end of the world. And then that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it’s always there, peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting, to one day […]

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Picking Up Speed

Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous. My sponsor said that to me after I told her about all of the coincidences that started happening in my life once I came to believe. I think that prior to that time, my eyes were just closed. I say that because—looking back—I’m finally able to recognize God’s […]

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Feeling Free

I took this on a Ferry in Texas a few years ago. I was going to crop out the stranger in the corner, but I decided that I liked the way her hair was blowing. It reminded me of freedom.

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The Author of My Life

The first thing I want to throw out here today is that I’m new to blogging. Maybe that’s already obvious, but I’m adding a disclaimer to be safe. Doing a little C.Y.A. (as we used to say at the office). I just dropped my anchor here and jumped in. I’ve got a habit of diving […]

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