Remember

I am a woman who is both of my time, and of the past.

I tend to grow nostalgic.

There is a sweetness in my faded photographs.

Reminders of the best of life.

I bring my camera to the beach.

I don't ever want to forget:

The feel of the wind and how it pushes at the water.
And how the water pushes at the rocks, and then they push onto each other.
And my body pushes into the sand.
And the sand pushes back.

nature and me; a neglected love affair ~

i love to be outside.

surrounded by the sounds of the birds and the bees and the wind through the trees.

whispering and seducing. encouraging me to stretch beyond myself, and reminding me not to fight against the wind.

something about the branches lifts me up which i really need. even here- i hit so many craters. 

and then they wave "look up!"

and i wonder why and how i let them go for so long.