Saturday, May 31, 2014

...her trust is not on the branch...

a bird sitting on a tree is
never afraid of the branch
breaking, because her
trust is not on the branch
but on its own wings.
always believe 
in yourself.

fun with dandelions.
watch a dandelion wisp dance in the shadows.
forget the day of chaos.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.

Friday, May 30, 2014

...week four of 52 photos project...

If you can just be yourself, then you have to be original because there's no one like you.
marc newson

week four.
{ good luck charm }
this is my mantra.
as you may know.
if you have sat with me here at all.
my good luck charm.
that i wear everyday.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.

Monday, May 26, 2014 day 2014...

click on
thank you.
to those who have sacrifice everything.
for love of country.
and freedom.
just BE.

Sunday, May 25, 2014


“The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, 
glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.”

a weekend.
of remembrance.
and thanks.
and gratefulness.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

...whisper of the sun...

“All shadows whisper of the sun. ” 
― Emanuel Carnevali

and what a beautiful sun it is.
long weekend of love and laughter.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.

Sunday, May 18, 2014



“With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. 

In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.” 
― Ernest Hemingway

welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

...start to dance...

say yes. whatever it is, 
say yes with your whole
 heart & simple as that sounds,
that's all the excuse that life
 needs to grab you by the 
hands & start to dance.
brian andreas~storypeople

this was a wonderful way to end the day.
that started with snow.
and gave way to cold and rain.
this weather is beyond crazy.
i need to see the other's warm sunshine shadows.
just BE.

Friday, May 16, 2014

...week two of 52 photos project...

“Their secrets inadvertently sidestepped each other, unaware, 
like blindfolded elephants crossing the tiny room.” 
lynne rae perkins

week two
 {criss cross}
enjoy the moments.
just BE.

Monday, May 12, 2014's a virtual blog tour...

i have loved deb taylor from What's Deb Doing from afar for quite some time. she is in Florida and i am in michigan...but distance did not stop us from becoming friends.  she is a free spirit with a love of life no matter where she is. she invited me to join a virtual blog tour...and i instantly said yes. you can find deb here...where you will see how she answered the questions i have answered. thanks soooooo much deb.

what's deb doing?

i am suppose to, in turn, answer my here they are. thanks for sitting with me a spell.

What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on me. A work in progress. As a mom, my mid-twenties to present have been doing for my children. A job, I wouldn't trade. My youngest is 15 and still has mom time left to go...but soon my selfish side will take over and I will grow into loving the me I am becoming. The me, that has quietly taken the sidelines. I think that this is the time that we as women come to...the 
“now it's about me” time. What a scary, wonderful place to be.

How does your work differ from others of its genre?

I have always had an artistic eye, but never the time to do anything with it. Growing a family takes money...therefore I work a nine to five in the world of occupational therapy. But. Whenever I can. I get behind my camera. I see things that others might not notice. I take shots that are off center. I take shots of my wine glass in the sunset because the wine turns the real life image into an upside down version of itself. Who takes delight in that?! I never grow tired of it. A bee...gathering pollen from a flower. The tulip that holds onto a raindrop after a late afternoon shower...the drop glistening with the sunset as a backdrop. The newness of life transformed from a caterpillar to a butterfly. Catching the dew on a spider web, with the first morning sun showing their hiding place. Capturing the wonderment in a child's eyes ...finding the ordinary and making it extraordinary!

Why do you write/create what you do?
I use a lot of quotes and sayings in my blog. And more times than not. The “writings” tie into what I was feeling when I captured the image. I am in no way a writer. But I love words. I love how the right words, at the right time...can bring you to tears. I love others words. I am in awe of writers. I love that I can find words to express just the way I am feeling. I love when others words come to me and comfort me...just when I need it the most. I create my hopes that I am able to touch others with my images and the messages I choose to attach to the images. I want one still frame to touch others. I want one still frame to be a place to come to...a place where it's okay to just breathe. To feel the emotion you didn't know you needed to feel...until you sat with me.
“She was beautiful, 
but not like those girls in the magazines. 
She was beautiful, 
for the way she thought. 
She was beautiful, 
for that sparkle in her eyes
when she talked about something she loved. 
She was beautiful,
for her ability to make other people smile, 
even if she was sad. 
No, she wasn't beautiful for something 
as temporary as her looks. 
She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.” 
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~

How does your writing/creating process work?
As I said earlier...i spend a lot of time on my porch, rocking in my rocker. Time looking at my flowers, watching the humming birds come in to drink sweet nectar, listening to the melodious sounds of my beloved robins. I am so at peace in my backyard, a yard that I grew up in as a child...a yard I am blessed to live in now as a grown women. This place, that provides a calmness, a the backdrop of my creative process. When you are at peace, the simplest things make your heart soar...that is my creative process, that is where my images live. In my contentment. In my love for simple. In my desire to just BE.

After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul.
You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.
 And you start to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open.
 You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain. 
After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. 
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
 instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. 
You learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth. 
You learn that with every goodbye, there’s a hello. 
Take chances. Tell the truth.
 Date someone totally wrong for you.
 Say no. Spend all your cash. Fall in love. Be random.
 Say I love you. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. 
Drink until the bottle’s empty. Sing out loud.
 Tell an asshole how you feel. 
Let someone know what they’re missing. 
Laugh until your stomach hurts.
 Live Life.
Veronica A. Shoffstall 

bottom line.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.

Sunday, May 11, 2014


and so our mothers and grandmothers have,
more often than not, anonymously,
handed on the creative spark,
the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see
-or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
Alice Walker

i am a daughter to one.
i am a mother to three.
thank you for these blessings.
happy mother's day.
especially to my tilda.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

...detail but for shadow...

The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness
 and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. 
Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form. 
The forms of bodies could not be understood in detail but for shadow.
Leonardo DaVinci

the evening sun.
made for great shadow shots.
if you want to join the shadow chasers.
just BE.

Monday, May 5, 2014

...ignite the night like a phoenix...

“They say a good love is one that sits you down,
 gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. 
But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind,
 sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies
 and ignite the night like a phoenix;
 the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire 
and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch!
 I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!” 

my interpretation of fire.
year 4.
week one.
just BE.

Sunday, May 4, 2014


God of Grace,
teach us today to do no harm, to do good,
and assist us so that we may stay in a loving relationship
with you and our neighbor.
help us today to be an answer to another's prayer,
so that we may be one of your signs of hope
in the world you love.

John Wesley's prayer based on the Three Simple Rules,
use frequently throughout the confirmation journey.

we had the opportunity today.
to visit our daughter's church.
today was confirmation Sunday for seven youth.
this is a prayer that we, as a congregation, spoke.
it brought tears to my eyes.
and i wasn't sure why.
in leaving the service there was a basket.
for recycling the programs.
i put mine in along with everyone else.
but before we got too far.
i had sarah go back and get a program back.
i have struggled at work, for quite some time.
because no matter how i disagree with "the corporation".
i am at least making a difference to my patients.
i haven't felt like i have been making a difference.
because they aren't rehab candidates.
because how can i help them if they don't want to help themselves...
but today.
in that aha moment...
that only He can provide.
He said.
through the roar of a congregation.
Help us today to be an answer to another's prayer,
so that we may be one of your signs of hope in the world you love.
this was my reminder.
this is why i do what i do. 
not for me.
but for His glory.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday {evening}.
just BE.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

...the obstruction of light...

Shadow is the obstruction of light.
 Shadows appear to me to be of supreme importance
 in perspective, because, without them 
opaque and solid bodies will be ill defined;
 that which is contained within their outlines 
and their boundaries themselves will be ill-understood
 unless they are shown against a background 
of a different tone from themselves.
Leonardo DaVinci

the shadows.
cast in shades of grey.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.