Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Unfolding Story

Oh, the never-ending saga of a woman's life, it seems like our stories forever unfold and evolve into something so beautiful as we blossom into the kind of women we are truly meant to be. In our most unguarded moments, our personal truths and triumphs manifests in the twinkling in our eyes, the upward curve of our smiles, the lilt in our voice and the mirth in our laughter. A woman has always been compared to a flower and rightfully so. There are so many layers to us, at different stages in our lives. Just as we thought we've come to our own, another facet of our selves shines beautifully forth. We have reserves of strength to weather any season. Just like the flower in its beginning stage of bloom and even in its last final days of glory, our true essence lingers on. 

“I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” ― Clarissa Pinkola Est├ęs

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Raging Tempest

“I bear my witness that the worst days I have ever had have turned out to be my best days. And when God has seemed most cruel to me he has then been most kind....Love letters from heaven are often sent in black-edged envelopes. The cloud that is black with horror is big with mercy. Fear not the storm. It brings healing in its wings...” ― Charles H. Spurgeon

To stand at the edge of the sea and watch the inevitable storm roll in is both scary and exhilarating!  What a rush!  Should I run for cover or dance in the rain?  Life's a dance, so they say....even with two left feet, I damn sure will!
Rendezvous With Dawn

“It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” ― Henry David Thoreau

I still remember this morning, we we're headed out early to catch some crabs before the sun rises. To start your day when its still dark and and watch the sky brighten slowly with the soft colors of morning, intensify with vibrance, everything comes to life and into focus.  It was a most blessed and beautiful morning :)

 No Boundaries

“Love the moment, and the energy of that moment will spread beyond all boundaries.” ― Corita Kent

Sometimes a moment seemingly so ordinary simply strikes you as something so beautiful.  This moment in nature to me is one of such instances.  Surprisingly mismatched, opposing elements, somehow making sense, rendering such an abstract kind of beauty.   Wild weeds with dainty flowers against chains, ropes and harsh barbed wire fences.  A black phoebe bird unbound, untethered.    Absolute freedom.