Winter comes. I too will build my bed of silk.
I too will love the sun when she rises and miss her when she sets.
These veined, rumpled, multi hued vessels of spentness — newly released from the fingertips of trees — are so delicate and so content to catch the rain instead of the wind.
When I’m old and my mind and hands are clumsy, I hope to be just as full of grace.
All of Nature’s confetti seems resigned to the fates dictated by the seasons; gathered up in a finale of colorful clouds in the tree tops, fistfuls there on the forest floors and clustered in the spring-fed mountain water as it flows. That confetti has spun around, crackling and clanging its overripe, organic rhythms (those mourning songs for the decay and death of chloroplasts) for a short spell. The light has grown too dim to capture. Wary of the hard frosts, it modulated a cyclical song in minor keys, turning teary variations over and over in the thickness of the wind, before the cold began to creep down from the mountaintops. And now everything is settling, yellow, orange and red carpets the floors here, waiting for blankets of white, waiting for the lacy whispers of solid state, the hard winds of dagger and ice from the North and the sleep of the slumber months. I purse my lips and carefully blow my breath in a column towards a heavy grey sky; my eyes can see the white. The white, it comes.
Roots sink deeper, closer to the warmth of the core of Earth and we all hold on, just a bit tighter, as we spin and make our way around the sun.
*sigh* <3
Beautiful!!
sheer poetry… it just doesn't get any better than this. thank you. xoxo
dear plume
what joy. i lick up your words like ice cream! especially tonight on a rainy night in sydney, australia. up late writing about conflicts over land and forests in developing countries for a university paper.. seeing your beautiful pictures of this idaho (right?) wilderness, i can't imagine why people need to come into conflict over these places! it's a big old grab for what we should all just be sharing and enjoying in equal measure.
your words are so delightful and warm, maybe just good words and thoughts can help us all appreciate uncapitalised beauty a little bit more than we already do.
bel. x
fantastic pictures…as always!:)
i am SO glad to hear that your doctor finally has found out what is wrong with your health jillian!
wishing you a lovely new week.
hearts and hugs,
vibeke
thank you for sharing your world… the way you write, one experiences it with so many of the senses…
i especially love that first photo.
just lovely.
Absolute beauty-wow…..Have a beautiful week J. XXOO Sal
Splendid photography and soothing sounds.
xo
Splendid photography and soothing sounds.
xo
Splendid photography and soothing sounds.
xo
love love love!
The stormy Autumn days have hit here too..but with such warmth!!..I'm taking it all in, loving it so.
I love the way you do it so well, too. Full of grace. Beauty.
I love your creative voice in these photographs asl well, the rain drop leaf..
I hope you have a restful Sunday night and a healing new week! God Bless~
Love X
thank you for always gracing me with you beauty and inspiration, Miss Plume.
Yours Truly,
Amy
You are spinning magic here dear woman, pure white wonderful magic!
Simply wonderful!
…i need to carry this…in that special spot…between my pink camisole & my hand knit fisherman's sweater… close to my heart…where it can keep me warm & alive…
xoxo
I wonder if my new/old car has enough oomph to get me all the way to your gorgeous side of the world/continent… my gosh it's gorgeous.
oh a delight to ponder on a sunday night…love love
puurrrdy!!
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Beautiful:) Thank you.
…and the most fascinating part of all of this, is that we are all simultaneously spinning and making this journey around the sun… in our microcosms….though connected by the macrocosm that is life…
lovely words and photos!
K
alaska has experienced unusually sunny and warm weather.
today, feelings of winter soon to come: overcast skies. damp air. temperature hovering right around freezing.
and, so, i shall dress to make myself feel light and fun rather than heavy and protected.
spinning with you….
xx
i sooo know what you mean with having a mountainman as a husband. my man is almost constantly dirty! he loves cars, tractors and working in the woods so a lightcolored sofa is not a good match
BUT
the i have told him that the sofa is out of limits when his fingers are dirty and the workingclothes are on…and he has agreed to that without complaining 🙂 we also have two big and cosy dark grey ikea chairs with covers that are easy to take off and wash so i think it will work out fine 🙂
I love that I get a peek at your beautiful wedding ring too
I think, more than anything, I need to be able to love things as well as you do.
What beautiful comments from you all! Thank you for taking the time to add your two bits here! Love you for it. x
Reading your beautiful words this morning reminds me that no matter how much 'real life' might intrude, I must never give up my dream of a beautiful creative life. Thank you.