Never any less

Never accept less than what your soul has strength for,
for..if you do
, you have failed.

A hateful drama

Have I told you I hate drama? Well, I hate real life, created drama..
Give me peace, give me quiet and the uneventful..and I am as happy as a lark.
You may find this strange if you have looked at any of my art...or read my words.
So, I guess I could say..I do like some drama..artful drama..the dramatic written word.
The is the extent of my admiration of such word.

Have I stated this as clearly as mud???

Have I told you that..

I am not quite sure where I am going?
This is ok though. I am ok with it....
What makes it bearable is the fact that I do know who I am,
and what I hold dear.
I realize some people go a lifetime and never learn those things about themselves.
That knowing in itself, brings me great comfort.
Have a very lovely weekend my friends.

Soon to be replaced

I have been wandering aimlessly for the past few weeks, searching for material to photograph that is not brown or gray.

I was, though not green and cheerful, somewhat drawn to the sadness of the soon to be replaced brown, faded leaves.

Fear not though! The walks through the woods are getting more magical and new with every passing day. There is something so sweet about the tiny green leaves that I see scattered through the forest trees. Watching spring in it's infancy is truly one of my favorite times of the year.

of course it's true.

Mad Hatter: Have i gone mad?

Alice: I'm afraid so.
You're entirely bonkers.
But I'll tell you a secret.
All the best people are.

Alice in Wonderland 2010


It was indeed, instant love when I read this quote on another friend's blog. I so agree, and yes, consider myself to have gone mad.

What dreams become

What do dreams become,
once they are reality...
I must say I have had many hopes, many dreams...
just a few, well maybe more than that, have come true lately.
I am sorry, but I can't tell you what they are...for that in my own mind,
may just jinx me!

But I do believe that the fact the they have come to reality, has more to do than just
a mere mind's view of wistfulness.
It is a thought, the work, the picturing, the praying...
that brought just a few of the less trivial ones, the one's I
must pause to thank god for,
my way.