•March 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment
as i type/add this post, someone is here clicking at a furious and fast pace
love when that happens.
it’s like watching time go by.
welcome and thank you for stopping by.
i am just 5 days from moving in with mr cowboy.
pinch me when i say that.
it feels as surreal as it sounds.
it’s really really happening
in just 5 days!!
when i wait for him to come to bed
i might slip something on
and usually in the moment
i don’t think to snap an image
but i did this time.
i love the grit of these.
the framing of the door.
and the happenstance of the camera places on the tv.
one of the trials of our 18 months together has been the commute.
( did i tell you that moving day celebrates that? exactly 18 months! woot!!)
these images share the pause i occasionally took to capture that trek.
•March 19, 2015 • 5 Comments
the month of march does me in each and every year. i use to fight it or make excuses for it. one year i decided to observe it rather than battle it and I concluded that what really really happens in march – is a long month of universal/earthly change. it’s the remarkable tension and tease of the shift from winter to spring. i feel the heavy pull of these two intense natural happenings with every part of me and it overwhelms me. for me that makes me anti-social, very crabby, indecisive, and uber internal. it makes me wear socks and eat popcorn. i crave sex and constant reassurance. i have chosen in recent years to embrace it. i sleep a LOT. i schedule lightly or not at all, and i find the love somehow in each day until that day. that one day when the earth shares with me that balance is once restored. i can’t explain it except to say that it’s something i feel and know. my internal feels its will, my external smiles and all appears on my face and in my heart. march is an awesome time to think, to write, it’s a creative mecca. it’s a terrific time to purge, cleanse, cuddle, knit, and read. oh just to read. i have begun to treasure the timelessness i now create in march. sure I have triggers around me that will find and haunt me, and truth be I allow them to co-mingle a bit. a good cry or two or three. my past and I can occasionally meet, not to dwell. and only to let it go again. i consider march to be an emotional cleanse of sorts.
of the set, this shot is my fav.
below is from mr cowboy’s place
two becoming one
i made a calendar of them for him
( grin )
did i tell you i am moving in with him?
( bigger grin )
•March 11, 2015 • Leave a Comment
to humor myself with said black boots.
i placed myself in a corner
with my silly outfit on.
and on a dining room chair
for that matter!!
this bra which i really really liked just bit the dust.
like the underwire came out.
at a moment where someone’s eye could have gotten poked out.
like no kidding.
did i tell you that i struggle greatly with this time of year?
i have defined it as the tension
between the completion of winter
and the strong ache of spring.
add a full moon.
stupid daylight savings
and quite frankly i am just a mess.
my subconscious mind
has also been in angst.
some not so good.
the other night i screamed myself awake.
from a wretched nightmare.
shaken to the core.
only to have another different nightmare follow.
my mr cowboy always asks
what do you think they mean?
funny how you can take bit and pieces of something and figure that out – isn’t it?
i so love that he asks.
colors are shifting.
this glow at the end of this day was amazing!!
•March 4, 2015 • 4 Comments
perhaps you remember these.
them black boots.
ordered them online
they offered a wedge look to them
and a feel of very soft suede.
loved the depth of black.
they were boots that for moments
i could strut my stuff in.
a long lost fantasy
of look good.
of wanna be.
folks say that
boots and heels
make a woman’s legs longer
define their shape
make their walk.
for me they were nothing more than a closeted prop
this very wintery day.
black contrast against the wall
a feel of dress up naughty.
the i could never dress like this in public naughty.
the seam opposite the zipper popped
on the left side.
cheap ass boots.
off to textile recycling they went.
•February 25, 2015 • Leave a Comment
oh the ugh-ness of
too many layers
that pending tease of march
too many clothes still.
at least there is
the beauty of the blue-ness.
blasts of bright white
lined with tree bark.
•February 20, 2015 • Leave a Comment
my valentines day
was so sweet.
and so romantic.
that i cried.
dozens of roses.
like yummy salted caramel truffles.
the entire apartment was glowing.
as was i, if i may say.
and mushy cards.
multiple seriously mushy cards.
lastly but not leastly.
many many kisses.
( grin )
•February 20, 2015 • Leave a Comment
it was hair flipping practice.
on a very very bitter winter day.
because that is what everyone does.
i realize i get here less.
its interesting to me because i ache to write,
and here is a place that i dabble with that.
and i have images to share.
yet, life these days is different.
rich, full, distracted and happy.
not as much time for hair flipping practice.