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high up the mountain is waiting

high up the weathered mountain is waiting

as you step-climb in adulation, anticipating

many footsteps have walked its ground

higher and higher looking for oneself found

clear blue air crystallizing your thoughts

free from all that made you distraught

Showy wood asters populate your ridges

As my spirit and you create new bridges

Jasper nestled below on your Earth

You invite us along with courage and mirth

Aster alpinus

Aster alpinus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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solitude

solitude~

being with oneself

not an easy journey

facing you

no distractions

only you…

only you in your winter thoughts

as the imaginings turn into Spring rosebuds

as you petal your words to the universe

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the Artist

Artwork by unknown artist - St Margaret - WGA23519

Artwork by unknown artist – St Margaret – WGA23519 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the Artist~

intricate mind weaving

gentle river strength

meandering through the patterns of life

absorbing

pondering

branching out

noticing subtle distinctions

discovering nuances

delving into the solitude of mind

freshness buds forth

as imaginings take form

blessing us with

art

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This Is What Fracking Really Looks Like

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From Slate.com:

“What struck me very personally as an outsider was how any kind of industrial activity feels like an enormous intrusion, almost like a creature from outer space; these drills at night are almost supernatural,” Berman said.

“I looked for points where the industrial activity impacted these quiet rural landscapes, and I found at night was when things came alive, so I combined those pictures with more conventional documentary [style of ]subject-driven photography about people who were having serious health impacts.”

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whispers

seaburst foaming in the night

mysteries seem aflight

whispers riding on the crest of the waves

risking new love, coming out of the cave

moonbeam lantern reveals the soul

visions of hope waiting to be told

risking the dive into the deep

sirens luring wanting you to keep

water crystal spurts spiraling high

no longer alone, you fly to the sky

WaterSpraySurf

WaterSpraySurf (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Perseverance

 

we run from the womb into light

we run and play into the night

we seek the butterfly as it is carried by the wind

we seek forgiveness when we have sinned

we hope for friendship and love each day

NGC 602

NGC 602 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

we hope we can be all that we say

we believe that our longing will find the jewel

we believe that there is an answer for more than a few

we live within the heart of God

we live within and find ourselves awed

we become as one as we  grow in love

we become at peace like the dove

 

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early morning light

early morning light

tenderly comes into our day

softly encouraging us

to welcome our stay

sunshine,morning,sunny

sunshine,morning,sunny (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

whimsically entering

Mother Earth’s  realm

touching flowers and grass

daintily taking the helm

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honey on pumpernickel bread?

bread is such a warm delight!

flavorful in every bite!

pumpernickel is unique it seems–

fulfilling the hungry tummy’s dream

should I eat white or rye…

why not give pumpernickel a try?

SOURCE:  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pumpernickel‎
Pumpernickel  Bread

Pumpernickel is a typically heavy, slightly sweet rye bread traditionally made with coarsely ground rye. It is often made with a combination of rye flour and whole rye berries

http://allrecipes.com/recipe/pumpernickel-bread-ii/

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i looked at the moon tonight

From the lunar eclipse tonight.

From the lunar eclipse tonight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I looked at the moon tonight

It was the same moon I saw from my window in St. Michael when I was a kid

I looked at the moon tonight

It was the same moon I saw from my window when studying at Marquette

I looked at the moon tonight

It was the same moon I stared at from the steps at Pembridge Place

I looked at the moon tonight

It was the same moon whose light graced my path as I walked  at midnight while on Kiriko Ridge

I looked at the moon tonight

It was the same moon I saw from the stairwell, looking through the window,  in Ottawa

I looked at the moon tonight Sixty years later

It was the same moon…

Has anything changed?

I still am looking for that elusive love…