satisfy my soul...

s

the sun penetrates into the flowers,

and at some point, the flowers can't resist,

they just have to open up.

(Thich Nhat Hanh)

Mother Nature, you satisfy my soul.

things with wings...

wishing you peace and love.

spring...

birds singing merrily

to greet a new dawn

flowers opening their arms

to welcome the warm sun

spring is in the air.

one love.

remember love...

shadows danced across my frosted window

and there it appeared

remnants of her tiny fingertips

on a cold winter's day.

~

each time mother nature breathes

i imagine my love

transported on her wings,

straight to your heart.

~

praying for you, ayiti.

though you may not have windows

at this very hour

you do have love.

~

and now abideth

faith, hope, love, these three;

but the greatest of these

is love.

~

may love find you wherever you are today.

rock my world...

when your world is rocked

there's no safer place than

in the arms of your mother.

one love.

extraordinary...

the global outpour

of love and support,

for the people of haiti

extraordinary.

one love.

a new perspective...

when the earth cries out

it is felt around the world

shadows...

beams of light

dancing in the shadows

transforms into rays of hope

R-red poinsettias

R is for red poinsettias.

also for rosy cheeks, Rudolph, remember, righteousness, right,

roses, reckless, regal and rather.

and more of course.

calm...

the calm after the storm
blizzard of '09

holiday...

el bodega, new york city

happy holidays

looking up...

looking up

over the mountains

at the break of dawn

the smell of burning wood

permeating the misty morning air

stop. pause for a moment. inhale.

then exhale.

window and doors, portals of transition...

come as you are
lay your burdens down
trust in me and
i will give you rest.

a childhood passion...

Teaching a friend how to ride a bike downhill.

Bring it on boys. Let's go off-road.

simplicity...

simply taking a peaceful rest

in season...

even mermaids are in season ;)

orange...

red

ocre

rust

bronze

orange

yellow

morning light
warm my heart

illuminate me
while i last.

out of focus...

his distinct irish brogue,
boyishly playful nature.

his ever-giving spirit and
non-compromising love for mankind.

his dedication to eradicate poverty
just because.

oooh, the tenderness in his voice
brings me right back in focus.

i love you BONO.

who i see (sooc)...

grandparents day 2009. my daughter pays her 95 year old great-grandmother a visit. she brings grandma her very own groovy girl doll. grandma doesn't want to accept it...she doesn't want to take away the child's doll. but my daughter insists. so grandma accepts. as usual, grandma exclaims, "it's not a doll, it's a pretty little girl" and gives her pretty little groovy girl a most welcoming hug.















grandma takes a moment to stop and smell the flowers my daughter hand picked for her from the garden.













time will not erase the child inside. grandma tries on her bottle cap ring. here comes the bride.













grandma is happy. she is not forgotten. she tells hubby that our daughter is the only grandchild who gives her gran-gran anything. celebrating great-grandmothers.

the end.

abandoned...

abandoned. that void you feel deep inside when you lose a loved one. can't touch, hug or kiss. anymore. can't feel the warmth of their loving embrace. anymore. simply gone. and it's even more evident around the holidays.