words lost midst the richness

as I wander through
the autumn richness



i hear the words
words dancing



i listen
but they
the words
are all a jumble



and so i will dance
along beside
those beautiful autumn words
all a jumble

will you please dance along
with this autumn richness
a dance of words

of wings and flight

a day filled with time
as so many before
doing for others

trying
to see the light
follow the path

*****

solitude
a breath
yet another

at long last
solitude



For the past week of Inspire Me Thursday.

Emerge

e•merge, v.i., e•merged, e•merg•ing. 1. to rise or come forth from or as from water or other liquid. 2. to come forth into view or notice. 3. to come up or arise. 4. to come into existence; develop. 5. to rise, as from an inferior state or condition.



I tread upon this path
wondering
might I ever emerge
into the light

I bring you these images as a result of a new challenge presented in the past week called {Echoes}. Susan Tuttle and Chrysti Hydeck, fabulous art friends, have asked us to play with weekly prompts. I love this first one ~ emerge. I am to look for a partner with which to collaborate but I am not certain who I might choose. And so I will work solo for the time being.

To learn more about the challenge please visit either Susan or Chrysti.



Wishing you many angels upon your path.

restlessness of autumn?

I am truly longing



for some peace of mind as I wander through these months of autumn.

I wonder if this restless soul of mine is sensing any of the same restlessness to which Sue Grafton refers: "I've never known anyone yet who doesn't suffer a certain restlessness when autumn rolls around... We're all eight years old again and anything is possible."

Or does it lean toward some other stirrings of unrest?



Perhaps I lean toward the thoughts of Buddha:
"This existence of ours is as transient as Autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain."

Uhmmm ~ at times I feel like dancing in the autumn shower of leaves



or just resting upon nature's rich autumn carpet.



Yet other times I feel the heaviness of contemplation



I attempt some playfulness



with my left hand or an almost comical sketch of dog people.



Suddenly the richness of autumn confronts me.



I remember ~ and try to listen to the symphony, as suggested by Bonaro W. Overstreet:
"October is a symphony of permanence and change."



looking for that symphony




Hoping that, on this day, your restlessness will be more that of an enthusiastic eight year old and less that of an overly contemplative emotionally challenged artist.