The indispensable in-between

The space between actions,

and space between thoughts,

seemingly useless, 

infinitely not.

***

A flow of

active flashes fills

my nights of 

sleeping.

Patchworks of memory

tied by rapid 

bursts of feeling. 

Timelessness,

a hollow,

rules the 

gentle drifts

of dreaming.

I am the rider,

the glider, 

the promising pathfinder,

the surfer swiftly turning

in between the 

crushing walls of wake,

before the last swallow,

until the final take.

Scattered scraps I follow,
an invisible line that leads,
whispers of buried secrets
consume the in-between.
"Go huntress" she speaks,
"seek and Godspeed.
There are no bindings or
boundaries here,
no limits to heed.
Just you, the clouds,
and your indispensable
dreams."

"Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top."
 ~Virginia Woolf

And what do your dreams say to you, awake or not?

xoxoxo

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xoxo

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Messages

Yesterday, I was driving down Pearl St. here in Boulder, as I often do, when something new came into vision and caused me to brake impulsively. Knowing I had my cameras, all I wanted to do was capture and absorb what I had seen.

Monarch Dragon (shot with sx-70, i.p. color shade cool)

Sometimes little stories, anecdotes, dreams, or messages arise from things that captivate me, just as it should. I find myself daydreaming often, propelled by the lessons that currently seek to merge with my conscious mind. Most of these messages are deeply personal, but today I am struck by an awareness that these messages may not be just for me, that they are for anyone struggling to find their most powerful creative voice.

I am not alive if I cannot lose myself in the mesmerizing space between this earthly place and the ethereal home of my soul.

I wander aimlessly at times, too aimlessly for my own good. But it is here in these imaginations that I find inspiration and a call to be something more than the serious and humanly woman that I am.

I am the shadow, the tiny crumb of earth covered in flesh, wanting nothing more but to fly amidst the dragons in their full, fiery splendor. I am called, yet I am rooted, and seek desperately for a blade to slice the strings that hold me firmly planted to this place.

A voice echoes from within, "Stop wandering dear girl, and build tirelessly the wings that will fly you to the realm you seek. Keep your head to the sky and sink not into the comforts of escape that will most assuredly want to envelope you. Turn these burning desires into the fuel that you feed upon, let them guide and lift you intuitively, until naturally, you become the thing you are meant to be."

Too long have I lived in the shadowy darkness of longing, of wishing, of wondering. Too long have I been frozen and too afraid to unleash the deep, inner workings of my creative soul. No one should be so starved. Not me, not you, not anyone.  Leave the shadow behind and don the wings that were meant for you and only you. Bring to life your purpose, your gifts, your passion, and hide in the darkness no more.

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Thank you for letting me share this message with you,
fearlessly....

xoxo

ps. I recently submitted and was accepted into words to shoot by's most recent collaboration~ water. I am utterly honored and hope you stop by to visit everyone's submissions :).

Wings II

Umber....

More from Umber...

I have surrounded myself with subtle symbols, symbols that are there without heavy expectation, only footnotes that remind me that there are still things that I intend to do. Though I dare not assume anything about the future, I allow myself the sheer pleasure of floating.

My current area of inspiration. A work in progress, never perfect and always changing....hmmm, a familiar theme :)...

Happy Friday to you

XO

Roadster

I don't covet cars that much, until I run across something like this. A 1967 Honda roadster. I would love one, even for just a day. I would drive it along a winding, tree-lined road, in the mountains, during the peak of fall :)...

Oh yes, I would...:)

xx oo