Saturday, March 18, 2017

“There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.”

~ Barbara Lazear Ascher.

Oh these tulips. I am smitten with the beauty of these faded flowers, ready for the trash but still whispering: “why not dance?”. I see lessons in their falling petals.

I am reminded of the gratitude I feel for having arrived at this place where I dance most days. Today I will move with words, my camera, and the tiny tomato plants I’m starting for the garden. I will read, listen to poetry, find inspiration from the life of another and mold and shape it into something unique.

I will lift my burdens in prayer. I will whisper words of thanks. I will dance.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.

Leave a Reply