change.

noticing

i have noticed a trend of late, reporting...maybe it is inspired by status update culture. or GPS location apps.am i crazy but i want to live in the world free of all that. it seems the trend is to broadcast to all. it feels wrong. dilluted. breaking social norms. i think that is why blogging has been on pause. lurking seems cowardly. be brave. connect.

good find: occupy

good find: perfect strangers

vintage.

the sub-title of this find could be: if i were captured on a show...a sentiment close to my soul.

good find: freedom

one of the great speeches.

good find: feist's roots

listen to this gem.

good find: story

just research...

in.spiew: words

that shimmer...

everyone has to start

somewhere. I have been chasing my soul for a bit and the first post was bound to be tricky. a break changes the way you see the world,doesn't it? maybe we are always changing but we only notice the shifts when our habits become illuminated.hmmm...

good find: street art

coat tails

the wind chases the trench coat crowd
down hurried sidewalks, through crowded hours
past corridors of stillness
maybe you caught your reflection
in their coat tails

a thousand maybes

a gasp of wonder
ignites the air
a crack of light
and then
a rumble of thunder
break the sky
a thousand maybes
collide on the horizon
whispers rising into cloud
an idea is born.

make believe

we make
movies in our minds, every moment
we edit the sound and picture
and convince ourselves it is real
we are hard wired for
make believe

a balance sheet in the sky

when his pocket watch records the minutes
they end up on a balance sheet in the sky
a swirling mess of numbers
that feast on his days
like a ravenous wolf

simple bliss

the wind in your hair
a grin in your eyes
the sun kissing your cheek
simple bliss.

blink

life in a bubble
out the window, birds fly backwards
and sing in jazz
soul mates speak in kisses  
and blink photographs

for estelle

stones on a beach
caught her fancy
smooth and round
in her pocket
too valuable to skip

the happenstance lottery

ribbons of light unfold 
across the ceiling
shadows unravel in equal measure
above, the happenstance lottery plays
light and dark fortunes emerge
and disappear
we are the wild cards
what will we notice and what will we ignore?
any fate can surface
we build stories
from our brushes
with chance.

the impossible blue

she dives into the impossible blue
a bubble escapes her gasp
inspiration fuel

~

magnolia blooms inhale our whims
inventing skyscrapers made of fragrance
and rockets headed for cloud