friends take time

Georgia O'Keeffe said: "Nobody sees a flower, really it is so small. We haven't the time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time."

I like that quote a lot. I look out at my sea of friends - old friends, new friends, haven't spoken to them in months but we are still close friends friends, family members who are friends friends. I consider them all and love them for all they are and all they aren't. As I in turn hope they love me too for my strengths, weaknesses and idiosyncracies.

Phone friends, dinner once every two months friends, adventure friends, laugh out loud with friends, cry with friends - all "for keeps" friends. I consider the people in my life, the concious choices made that feed the glorious circle of friends in my life and I feel blessed and honored to be among them.

Thank you, thank you for yesterday, today and tomorrow. I've got all the time in the world for you.

collections

I like sparkly colorful things. They catch my eye and mezmerize me. Perhaps its the bright colors that glitter when the light hits them just right. Could be the happy feelings that color brings out in me, like the excitement over a sunny day with bright blue sky as spring delivers us the first new growth of the season. Maybe its the playful twinkle that conjures up memories of youthful days. I'm drawn in. I want to touch these things, to feel them and make them real to me - to transfer some of thier vibrancy into me. I want to collect such things to store away this energy for darker days. To feel secure in knowing I have a collection of sparkly, colorful things - fragments of my youth and spirit saved in a small tin box.

We all collect things, material, emotional, mental, spiritual. Explore your collection today.

unspoken

what lies beneath the surface can not be spoken, only experienced. an energy charged existence free of words, almost primal. what lies beneath the surface, intimate in nature, communicated through knowing glances and intertwined souls. it's subconcious made concious by like minds. naked and raw it lives within us all. With whom shall it be shared?

over the rainbow

where does reality end and fantasy begin? or perhaps it is - where does fantasy end and reality kick in? do we seek unattainable dreams? grandiose interpretations of what should be but never exists in reality. have we been polluted by childhood fairytales or parents' overzealous lectures about how we are kings and queens? to dream or to pretend? to dream or to fool?

9 to 5

a circus act, i walk a tightrope, balancing the duality of the human persona. always fearing the fall, i step softly, slowly - conscious of what lies at the bottom of either side of the line that divides me. encumbered by the thought that i may lose myself in the fall i push forward.