bring it.
Mar10
and, i’m back.
bring it.
Mar8
the sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. – jacques yves cousteau
and so
we went to the sea
and it was
everything
and more
moving sun
calm waters
boats afloat
seals playing
fish tacos and ice cream
on the beach
and
friends
and
stories
and
water
and
shore
alive
with color
and
changing light
laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
– victor hugo
Mar8
daylight savings time is tonight, and one of the best excuses for not being on time, and needs to happen more often. – author unknown
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credits: etsy.com, google images
Mar7
the violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. – tennessee williams
and so
we went
high
into the
san diego mountains
4,000 feet up
through
rocky landscapes
national forest
great expanses
up and up
and
up
winding
turns
and
twists
and
landed
in the
tiny
mountain
gold rush town
of julian
known for
apple pies
gold
stargazing
and
friendly welcomes
and
wound our way
back down again.
—
what is straight? a line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart,
oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.
– tennessee williams
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image credit: cdn.calisphere.org
Mar6
up in the air.
not exactly our flight experience.
but somewhat similar.
there was carpeting.
and we were on a plane.
Mar5
i’m hopping off to san diego for an early spring long weekend thaw.
(not me, but very similar)
the Alaskan tree frog
freezes solid
during the winter
including
stopping it’s heart
and then
thaws in the spring
and
hops away!
—
image credit: snakebytestv
Mar4
the art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. – gustave flaubert
on this writers’ retreat
i think you’d most likely find me in one of three places:
magical realist pier
reflecting pool
brainstorm rotunda
where would i find you?
—-
image credit: grantsnider
Mar3
the sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~ralph waldo emerson
‘neath bright blue sky
upon wide open fields of snow
with no end in sight
nothing to do
but to run and to play
on such
a fine
and lovely
winter’s day.
—
nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere
and the circumference nowhere.
– blaise pascal
Mar2
magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide. – ben okri
at our annual
fairy tea party
filled with
wonder
and
wishes
and
sparkles
and
sweets
and
magic tea
that
changes colors.
Mar1
wintering.
even the fairies
have settled in
for a long
winter’s nap
still tucked in
covered
by
a soft
blanket of snow
with
just
a
lemon feather
and
a few
festive trappings
above
reminding us
of
the spring
below
and
yet
to come.
—
“perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath,
for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.”
– anne morrow lindbergh
