Volcanic thermal
Soothing salubrious mud
Clean up’s gonna be a bitch
A few years ago I had the pleasure of visiting the amazing country of New Zealand. While there, treated myself to a hot mud bath. The mud was made from fine, volcanic ash so while it felt amazing, it also got embedded in virtually every nook and cranny.
-Sometimes you just have to get dirty.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Treat
Follow my footprints
A place of liquid desire
To quench your lustful thirst
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #7: Footprints
The invisible
Treated like human garbage
Caught in the vicious cycle
Bureaucracy and judgement
Humanity suspended
As part of my job and volunteer work, I often go to the local parks and trails to pick up trash as part of “community cleanup”. I am always careful to observe the signs. Is this trash or someone’s home? To accidentally throw away a person’s few possessions seems intolerably cruel. So I guard these small places of sanctuary and respectfully move along.
In response to Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK #17: Homeless
Full Halloween moon
Stares through the misty morning
A skull’s black sockets
Winter’s stillness
The only sound, my heartbeat
And the click of the shutter
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Winter and
CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem Special #179 Tom D’Evelyn “The Held Breath: Sound and Silence in a Haiku”
In a food desert
Nourishing education
Community bounty
In response to Pic and a Word Challenge #8: Desert
My greatest fear is to be numb
Thoughts thrombosed
Connections severed
Ambivalence the enemy
Brought about by memories
Too painful to bear
A search for that spark of creativity
To crawl out of that dark place
Find inspiration that releases me
To spring forth like flowing water
Quenching a desert of imagination
Realization that the pain is a tool
And to feel is a gift
I wrote the beginnings of the first 6 lines a few weeks ago. I was struggling with how to express how I was feeling. Words were not coming easily. Ideas for photos were not coming easily. Jennifer Nicole Wells challenge of Spring was coming up and second 6 lines began to take shape but I was still not completely happy with them. I didn’t have a clue about a photo. I was hitting a wall -one of the things I fear the most. I thought maybe I needed to take a break from blogging. Then Patrick posted the wonderful tribute, Halls of Madness about a friend. It stopped me in my tracks. No one is forcing me to be numb. My wall is self imposed, my fear a self fulfilling prophecy only if I let it be one. While I can’t say I can relate to the depth of despair his friend was feeling, I can say I understand her final choice. This post was the attitude adjustment/kick in the ass perspective I needed so badly. Then Patrick’s prompt of Desert for today’s challenge in direct contrast to Spring was the final inspiration to finishing. I joined this blogging community to express myself but equally to learn and be inspired by other talented writers/photographers. I am so lucky and grateful for having this exceptional, creative community in my life.
In response to Jennifer Nicole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Spring and
Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #8: Desert
Carbon dioxide
We each leave a legacy
Our ecological footprint
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #7: Footprints
Looking up towards the darkening sky
That sense of wonderment
Asking that age old question
“The” question
Who are we?
How did we come to be?
What is our place in the universe?
-Are we alone?
In response to Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK # 16: Alone
Dancing Echoes 
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