Pop on Over to Bonnie's Place

So much is happening in my life right now

that sometimes I'm left feeling a little bewildered.

I've been invited to write some articles

for a new website that will be debuting

in the next couple of weeks -- more on that

when the site is launched.

But today, I'm being featured as an interviewee at

Bonnie's Original Art Studio. She's introduced her readers

to some fascinating bloggers and if you haven't been following this series, you've missed:

George of Transit Notes, who Bonnie describes as a man of extraordinary talent,  gentle wisdom, a strong intellect and a generous spirit.  Every one of his posts is a tour-de-force, she says.  

Friko of Friko's Musings. Bonnie notes that Friko must be the voice who exposed the clothes-less Emperor.

Kent, the Expat from Hell. She says visiting his blog is a fun and unpredictable ride.

and last but not least,

Ruth of Synch-ro-ni -zing. Ruth is a poet and creator

of beautiful landscape and nature images.

  

I don't know how I landed in such interesting company,

but I'm honored.  

So honored, in fact, that I decided to wear

my halo today.

Pop on over to Bonnie's to read the interview,

but most of all

go visit the other interviewees.

Haiku My Heart: Unbounded Joy (and email hoax warning)

                                                      

our souls burst with joy

songs sung to the universe

pure galactic notes

For more Haiku My Heart,

click Here.

NOTICE: Rebecca alerted me early this morning
that my email account had been hijacked
and emails with a link to a Viagara ad
are going out under my email address.
There will be no subject, just a link in the body.
DON'T OPEN IT!


These things are going around - I got 
half a dozen this week from other bloggers
and people I know. I didn't open them,
but still. . . .   Yahoo claims it's not a virus,
that someone got hold of my username and password,
so I now have a new password to remember.


Eee gads!

Cosmic Meaning

In light of yesterday's post

with questions about cosmic meaning,

I was amused when I found this quote

by Anaϊs Nin from Diary II:

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all,

there is only the meaning we each give

to our life, an individual meaning,

an individual plot, like an individual novel,

a book for each person.

"Textures, Susan's Pier and Susan's Lady with Parasol"   

So here's to coincidence,

creating meaning

and making meaningful images.

If Things Were Different

If things were different, this would be a day for celebration.

A 30th anniversary. 

But it's just another day in a string of days

since things are just the way they are.

I've constructed the narrative, can tell you the little "why"

that explains what caused me to draw the line, 

the story behind his choices. I've even concocted a

plausible answer to "How could I have been so stupid?"

I still don't grasp the cosmic Why.

Did I need to emerge from his shadow

for my creativity to flourish

and find its full expression?

Did I need to cease being, in his words,

"the perfect wife" in order

to be perfectly myself?

Or is the Cosmic Why,

like our marriage,

about him and making him happy?

Letting him be the star. . . 

Perhaps cosmic answers

create themselves

by the choices we make.

Perhaps there ARE no cosmic answers.

As for me, I'll be making Mango Margaritas

for book club tonight.

Let's raise a glass

to loving what is and letting go of

what might have been and what never was,

except in my mind.

And to my ultimate happiness

in the cosmic scheme of things.

Haiku My Heart: Beach Grass

For more Haiku My Heart, click HERE.

beach grass reaches up

as if to stroke the sky's face

gentlewoman's touch      

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And for my post on the theme REVEAL,
click here.

Choices

I'm thinking about choices

and how we have the power

to shape our experience by choosing wisely.

How we have to be present and brave

 and in tune

with our deepest wisdom to do that

and how sometimes choices lead us places

we never thought we'd go.

But here we are.

Monday Silence

Writing is a struggle against silence. 

       ~Carlos Fuentes

Today, I'm struggling against silence

yet I can't find words to write down.

The gray sky, the melancholy of Monday

has stolen the colorful words lined up,

waiting to come out to play.

I think I'll go search for them.

Haiku My Heart: Ephemeral

For more Haiku My Heart, click HERE. 

nothing lasts for long

in a transitory world

peonies blossom

Birthdays

Today's my birthday

so I took a long look in the mirror

to see if I looked any different.

I think I see some wrinkles

that weren't there before.

Uh oh.

Time for that expensive cream. 

Sometimes

Sometimes the most difficult

situations turn out to be

hothouses that force us to go

from bud to bloom. 

Even if it seems like

nothing good 

could ever grow

in such a wasteland,

be open to possibility.

Haiku My Heart: Wings

For more Haiku My Heart magic,

click HERE.

a starry heaven

beating wings at her ankles

take the bright exit

Preview of Coming Attractions

Coming soon. . . .

I'm putting myself on the market.

By the end of this month,

the month of my birth,

I will have given birth

to a photography website

where you can order prints

of my images in a myriad

of sizes and formats.

I hate to seem crass and commercial,

but this is a dream. 

One that's about to come true.

Reach for the stars!