rebirth (or, the beauty in the perpetuation of weeds)

Spring began
young

and grew
and grew tired
and grew old

so that
a breath
could

begin Spring
new.

...

Poem written in response by L.L. Barkat's HCB prompt: "a sentence with a picture in it." Drop your own into her comment box this week for links and a possible feature at High Calling Blogs.





(Image © Informal Moments Photography)

march on june st.

All week she called to me,
but I was too afraid
I'd be intruding if I
stepped across our new street
with my camera in hand to
take her color home with me.

But Saturday morning won, and
I walked over with zoom
and trepidation,
and I captured her.

and I met a new neighbor who knew
stories of our street
once-lined with live oaks -
before Hugo pillaged them
twenty years ago. His shed
used to be in the middle
of his yard; Hugo moved
it to the fence, and his wife
had left him, but
it was amicable. a-MIC-able.
AM-ic-able. He didn't know, but
it was "okay."

The color belonged to
another neighbor, who couldn't
come to her door because she
was diabetic and had
only one leg.

And our other neighbors were quiet - except
the bigger little one, who
asks lots of questions and
scares me a little because
I don't know all the answers, and
I used to think

it didn't hurt to ask

but now I know better, so
I wish him away.

She offered me beauty
and stories
and a spring breeze I would have missed if

I had stayed inside.

My friend Emily at Chatting at the Sky hosts a weekly "noticing" party - giving us a chance to unwrap and share the little gifts (and the big ones!) God gives to us in the midst of our dailiness.

...

Poem written in response by L.L. Barkat's HCB prompt: "Streetwise." Drop your own into her comment box this week for links and a possible feature at High Calling Blogs.





(Image © Informal Moments Photography)

Disorientation, Some Housecleaning, A Photo I Love - and a Feature

I've been disoriented today. My whole world feels a little off-kilter. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or the fact that I haven't taken my pills today, or the hormones doing the spiral thing. One minute I'm absolutely manic trying to finish something; the next I'm ready for tear-relief - the kind that having a good cry can give you.

I spent the morning working on photography-related stuff while Piper and Bredon napped (I guess we're ALL catching up on sleep, eh?), and this afternoon saw the house-cleaning. Nothing too thorough, but at least it looks like my house again.

I don't have a real post myself today, but I officially joined High Calling Blogs yesterday (the badge has been on my sidebar for a while), and strange enough, they chose yesterday to feature the above photo on Billy Coffey's HCB post about the journeys our children may take.

How much God entrusts to us - His heart for the lives of our children...

Check out the post, and consider joining HCB yourself. I've had so much fun already getting to know the people there!





(Image © Informal Moments Photography)