at the edge of the salish sea
Was Raven devising more trickster plans with the moon?
layers of what I saw on the full moon day
courting the moon
an easy evening walk to the mountain
visiting cherry blossoms
visiting cherry blossoms
the poet would leave with stars
in her eyes
intoxicated by the scent of soft pink
The tree at my neighbors' place
generously shared,
We chat
while the wind blows tiny cherry blossoms
all around us.
before and after ~ Moisture Festival
"The Moisture Festival is the world's largest Comedy/Varietè festival, running for four weeks every spring in Seattle." www.moisturefestival.com/about.html
oh the images are too quiet-- love this video-
It has the flavor of the Moisture Festival all over it. Caravan Palace: Suzy ♬ http://youtu.be/j95HbhTl60k
door theatrics
Sometimes a feisty iridescent magic hums in small forms
An aerial show of motion magic,
the sky
sliced by wings moving in a geometric language,
Afterwards there are favorite spots to view.
You are invited to
the Hummingbird Ball
Swimming with the moon
Swimming with the moon,
in April's liquid sky.
koi
yes I wanted words to form,
bring 'em out to dance with
the body twist of colored scales
the flutter of fin,
and then I just let go
of words
simple
marvels
distilled
If we face our unpleasant feelings with care, affection, and nonviolence,
we can... transform them into a kind of energy that is healthy and has
the capacity to nourish us. By the work of mindful observation,
our unpleasant feelings can illuminate so much for us, offering us
insight and understanding into ourselves and society. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
WaLkINgDream
Spring unfolds
flower dance
a flower story
It was a dark drizzly late afternoon and there I was at Home Depot looking at stoves. I need one. Yes, I know this isn't a stove, although.... never mind.
Though I love all the fascinating stuff at home improvement centers, it's not surprising that I drifted over to the garden center there, a large semi-outdoor area.
There was nobody else around except me and flowers. Fine with me, but where are all the Spring gardeners, I wondered? It felt a little peculiar.
The flowers called out. I was alone with the calla lilies and their friends.
Recommended therapy after a way intense day: Inhale deeply the scent of jasmine flowers. Exhale slowly. Repeat.
Decide whether you will melt or float. (The newly acquired smile and relaxed form could go either way.)
The garden area was still quietly free of customers and I left after awhile, but I'm still wondering about a flower whisper, a glimpse of something? I think it has to do with a dance the flowers do, that most don't see.
