Showing posts from September, 2010

Pop on Over to Bonnie's Place

So much is happening in my life right now that sometimes I'm left feeling a little bewildered. I've been invited to write some articles for a new website that will be debuting in the next couple of weeks -- more on that when the site is launched. But today, I'm being featured as an interviewee at Bonnie's Original Art Studio . She's introduced her readers to some fascinating bloggers and if you haven't been following this series, you've missed: George of Transit Notes , who Bonnie describes as a man of extraordinary talent,  gentle wisdom, a strong intellect and a generous spirit.  Every one of his posts is a tour-de-force, she says.    Friko of Friko's Musings . Bonnie notes that Friko must be the voice who exposed the clothes-less Emperor. Kent, the Expat from Hell . She says visiting his blog is a fun and unpredictable ride. and last but not least, Ruth of Synch-ro-ni -zing.  Ruth is a poet and creator of beautiful landscape and nature images

Haiku My Heart: Unbounded Joy (and email hoax warning)

                                                       our souls burst with joy songs sung to the universe pure galactic notes For more Haiku My Heart, click Here . NOTICE: Rebecca alerted me early this morning that my email account had been hijacked and emails with a link to a Viagara ad are going out under my email address. There will be no subject, just a link in the body. DON'T OPEN IT! These things are going around - I got  half a dozen this week from other bloggers and people I know. I didn't open them, but still. . . .   Yahoo claims it's not a virus, that someone got hold of my username and password, so I now have a new password to remember. Eee gads!

Cosmic Meaning

In light of yesterday's post with questions about cosmic meaning, I was amused when I found this quote by Anaϊs Nin from Diary II: There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. "Textures, Susan's Pier and Susan's Lady with Parasol"    So here's to coincidence, creating meaning and making meaningful images.

If Things Were Different

If things were different,  this would be a day for celebration. A 30th anniversary.  But it's just another day in a string of days since things are just the way they are. I've constructed the narrative,  can tell you the little "why" that explains what caused me to  draw the line,  the story behind  his choices. I've even concocted a plausible answer to "How could I  have been so stupid?" I still don't grasp the cosmic Why. Did I need to emerge from his shadow for my creativity to flourish and find its full  expression? Did I need to cease being, in his words, "the perfect wife" in order to be perfectly myself? Or is the Cosmic Why, like our marriage, about him and making him happy? Letting him be the star. . .  Perhaps cosmic answers create themselves by the choices we make. Perhaps there ARE no cosmic answers. As for me, I'll be making Mango Margaritas for book club tonight. Let's raise a glass to loving

Haiku My Heart: Beach Grass

For more Haiku My Heart, click HERE . beach grass reaches up as if to stroke the sky's face gentlewoman's touch        ******************* And for my post on the theme REVEAL, click here .


I'm thinking about choices and how we have the power to shape our experience by choosing wisely. How we have to be present and brave  and in tune with our deepest wisdom to do that and how sometimes choices lead us places we never thought we'd go. But here we are.

Monday Silence

Writing is a struggle against silence.         ~Carlos Fuentes Today, I'm struggling against silence yet I can't find words to write down. The gray sky, the melancholy of Monday has stolen the colorful words lined up, waiting to come out to play. I think I'll go search for them.

Haiku My Heart: Ephemeral

For more Haiku My Heart, click HERE .  nothing lasts for long in a transitory world peonies blossom


Today's my birthday so I took a long look in the mirror to see if I looked any different. I think I see some wrinkles that weren't there before. Uh oh. Time for that expensive cream. 


Sometimes the most difficult situations turn out to be hothouses that force us to go from bud to bloom.  Even if it seems like nothing good  could ever grow in such a wasteland, be open to possibility.

Haiku My Heart: Wings

For more Haiku My Heart magic, click HERE . a starry heaven beating wings at her ankles take the bright exit

Preview of Coming Attractions

Coming soon. . . . I'm putting myself on the market. By the end of this month, the month of my birth, I will have given birth to a photography website where you can order prints of my images in a myriad of sizes and formats. I hate to seem crass and commercial, but this is a dream.  One that's about to come true. Reach for the stars!