anonyrrie

when skies are gray...

share some sunny flower love

cultivate & nurture

along the road...

there are miles of cornfields, 

with stalks rising up to the sky.

We crest a hill and stop to see mountains fading to lavender in the distance,

trees lined up along a ridge,

and the clouds hanging low to skim the land.

daydreaming

Sometimes the days seem to stretch into an endless afternoon...

and before you know it, it's all a memory.

another august

hot afternoons, the whirr and din of insects, sun pouring down like warm honey...

it's a time to slow down and observe the wildflowers that grow through the cracks...

or stop and think about playing a tune...

or just pick a bean from the garden and be silly.  Happy August!

wild carrot

"Queen-Anne's Lace" - William Carlos Williams

Her body is not so white as

anemony petals nor so smooth—nor

so remote a thing. It is a field

of the wild carrot taking

the field by force; the grass

does not raise above it.

Here is no question of whiteness,

white as can be, with a purple mole

at the center of each flower.

Each flower is a hand’s span

of her whiteness. Wherever

his hand has lain there is

a tiny purple blemish. Each part

is a blossom under his touch

to which the fibres of her being

stem one by one, each to its end,

until the whole field is a

white desire, empty, a single stem,

a cluster, flower by flower,

a pious wish to whiteness gone over—

or nothing.

 

peace

 

what I found this morning

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. 

You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. 

There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. 

It's got to happen inside first. - Jim Morrison
 

 

in the rain

 

celebrate