Be... Dream... Play...

travel journaling...

today was a day of flow

the kind that is rare but so appreciated...

I had my list of tasks:

to write an article with a deadline,

to create and send a special box to a dear friend...

and I lost myself COMPLETELY in the gathering and assembling...

                                                                     
I am attempting... in my be... dream... play... way

to structure my life such that:

I get up - after envisioning the gossamer dream images...

sit down to write and then let the flow proceed until...

time for yoga...

then the family returns... and then (David makes) dinner...

and then image processing for the blog

this is a very special way of living - I know...

but it is working for me

to the extent that I can hold the vision

of flight and travel - in the here and now...

xox - eb.

choose...

"...When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking

to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,..."

Mary Oliver:
Where Does the Dance Begin,
Where Does It End?

xox - eb.

blackbird...

"singing in the dead of night...

take these broken wings and learn to fly...

into the light of the dark black night..."*

gray, patterns, black slate, changes and flight 

todays choices...

xox - eb.

*text: lyrics from Blackbird by Paul McCartney

sailing...

you know what? - it is snowing here... in northern Vermont...

sometimes - well...

sometimes - you want to come back to "vacation"

instead of leaving it behind...

but the important thing is that I have been working

oh yes - I am inspired AND working happily...

on new stuff that I am excited about - there is a lot to share...

but for now - let's go sailing with uncle Bob.

xox - eb.

her, her heart and her priority...

her

her heart

her priority...

her heart and her priority converge at hettyrose

especially here, and here...

xox - eb.

palm reader...

surrounded as we are by a moat of ice,

I decided to get professional counsel...

now this sounds about right don't you think?

then the palm reader's sister appeared

oh dear...

what to do?

scoot right on over to Seth's place

you can thank me after your visit...

xox - eb.

you love...

love you...

xox - eb.

still on AZ time...

which is three hours earlier...

                                                                     
I have 300+ photos from AZ and CA

that I have downloaded...

I look at a few, play with a few, post a few...

at this rate we will be in warm weather

until it warms up - around here anyway...

missing Christine and Dale...

and Frank and Lupe's

we are connecting the dots,

and reading Mary Oliver's Snow Cricket...

xox - eb.

well, sometimes...

one thing leads to another...

huevos rancheros anyone?

happy easter!

xox - eb.

yellow, gold and orange...

returning from a radiantly warm climate

my senses are gilded in shades of yellow, gold and orange...

                                                                                       
a new photo journal page - so nice to be home again -

playing with the collected images,

basking in the shadow of golden warmth,

cinnamon and ginger...

xox - eb.