I'm doing fine

;)

blissfully we climb to three

perfect orange mouth

"Spruce Street, Berkeley"
by Naomi Shihab Nye from Yellow Glove.

If a street is named for a tree,
it is right that flowers
bloom purple and feel like cats,
that people are leaves drifting
downhill in morning fog.

Everyone came outside to see
the moon setting like a perfect
orange mouth tipped up to heaven.

Now the cars sleep against curbs.
If I write a letter,
how will I make it long enough?

There is a place to stand
where you can see so many lights
you forget you are one of them.

i was a ballerina

in a past life i was a ballerina. i'm sure of it. so graceful and delicate, traveling the world performing. pouring my heart through movement and spinning and spinning and spinning until you'd find me and remind me why i should stand still and pour my heart into another soul.

(my 1st attempt at a 50 word story)

embraces of the sun

"Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly
received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the
results of their love!"
- Sitting Bull

with the new month, i make new efforts to focus back on my
2 projects, project 365 and 365 days (self-portraits) although
i have decided to do weekly portraits instead. taking a picture
of myself everyday was a bit too much.

happy may :)