CHOOSE

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other.

Carl Sandburg

Inner Voices

"Every weight loss program, no matter how positively it’s packaged, whispers to you that you’re not right. You’re not good enough. You’re unacceptable and you need to be fixed."
—Kim Brittingham,

"I am not a has-been. I am a will be."
Lauren Bacall

(Photo credit: Andy Gotts)

"I am not a has-been. I am a will be."
Lauren Bacall

(Photo credit: Andy Gotts)

Separation

Your absence has gone through me 
Like thread through a needle. 
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
― W.S. Merwin

(photo: unknown woman of the Bauhaus; 1918; manipulated by me)

Separation

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

― W.S. Merwin

(photo: unknown woman of the Bauhaus; 1918; manipulated by me)

"Summer in the deep South is not only a season, a climate, it’s a dimension. Floating in it, one must be either proud or submerged."
-Eugene Walter, The Untidy Pilgrim

(Veranda, small town Georgia; iphone 5)

"Summer in the deep South is not only a season, a climate, it’s a dimension. Floating in it, one must be either proud or submerged."
-Eugene Walter, The Untidy Pilgrim

(Veranda, small town Georgia; iphone 5)

Outside a local Mongolian restaurant. The interior decor is equally strange, but the food is fantastic. 

(Penang; Iphone 5)

Outside a local Mongolian restaurant. The interior decor is equally strange, but the food is fantastic.

(Penang; Iphone 5)

KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
(by Maram Al-Massri; trans. Khaled Mattawa)

Knocks on the door.
Who?
I sweep the dust of my loneliness
under the rug.
I arrange a smile
and open.

KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
(by Maram Al-Massri; trans. Khaled Mattawa)

Knocks on the door.
Who?
I sweep the dust of my loneliness
under the rug.
I arrange a smile
and open.

BARTER

(by Sara Teasdale)

Life has loveliness to sell,
      All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
      Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
      Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
      Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
      Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
      Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

BARTER

(by Sara Teasdale)

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

"“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.” ~Herman Melville"
Perennial red yarrow and rudbeckia, with a few black eyes Susan’s thrown in for instant color. 

(My back yard; iphone 5)

Perennial red yarrow and rudbeckia, with a few black eyes Susan’s thrown in for instant color.

(My back yard; iphone 5)

Breakfast of French toast, with local peaches and pecans toasted alongside. River the Rescue Dog patiently awaits her share. :)