Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Green Green Green


I lie down on the harsh, sun-flavored blades
and bundles of grass;
the grass cares nothing about me
it doesn't want anything from me,
it rises to its own purpose, and sweetly,
following the single holy dictum: to be itself,
to let the sky be the sky,
to let a young girl be a young girl freely -
to let a middle-aged woman be,
comfortably, a middle-aged woman.
- Mary Oliver

...and for me, it's enough just as it is, now, in the cold and the dark morning.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Last Dance




To all my followers and readers, thank you on this Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Little Wing

And if you see me looking like I'm dreaming


I'm dreaming that I'm strong enough to fly


Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Quick




and the dead.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cosmic Dust


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Flying Spaghetti Monster


Monday, November 16, 2009

Mojave Skies