To fly

Have we forgotten how it is

to fly with wings through sunlit skies,

to move past this life into a soul alive

and cast away the hurt, the pride.

Have we forgotten how it feels

to slip through clouds on silent dreams,

to float on air with out a care

and feel the peace that lingers there.

Have we forgotten how it feels

to spread our wings and know the sky

to call upon the winds on high

to move effortlessly with just a thought.

Have we forgotten the simple things

to share in this place a love so free

to gather close the sense of self

and so be able to sprinkle down to earth

abundance of a gift of life,

a thousand blessings to all we see

beneath these wings

we’ve forgotten how to fly free.

They hide within when we forget

to use the beauty tucked away

to spread the joy, the gift, the life

these broken wings can mend within

and in doing so, be able to fly again

just whisper the wish of love to all

in doing so they will rise again

and journey to the heart with glee

into the darkness, setting the light free.

My mind keeps moving to thoughts of wings, of movement and joy and this is what came out. I was searching for some pics I took in Savannah a few years back, not sure where I put them but found this image on the internet and it filled the image I needed.

Peace, love and get those wings moving my friends. Fly ❤

Curious finds…and can I eat it?

Ambling about the yard, camera in hand searching for beauty where I may find it, I gaze up to see a curiosity. Now this is not the magic banana tree, this is a plant with leaves that seem to grow about 3-4 feet long and flap in the breeze like wayward flags in green gone wild. I took a few images to share with you, not sure if they are plantain or banana or anything edible for that matter, and there is a large purple pod growing out of the bottom of the bunch with leaves that seem to be opening occasionally and curling back. Thought you might enjoy some sights from my yard. If anyone knows what this is, and if it (the green protrusions) are edible and if so, when to harvest them, let me know. I want to enjoy them before my neighbor puts up his ladder, leans over and cuts them off for himself.



Welcome to the jungle friends, pull up a piece and chat for awhile. I like to call it the Little Shop of Horrors plant….Feed me Seymour.

Will I be?

When the time comes,

as every good time must,

when change moves through

demanding of ourselves

a metamorphosis of soul

will we be ready for the inevitability

of change.

Will we embrace the darkness

the cocoon that holds us tight

turning us into something unrecognizable,

morphing us into a new creature


more beautiful,

free to fly above it all

without remembering,

or will we remember

when we were strange,

not so beautiful,

an anomaly of nature that was found

sitting awkwardly on a stem

searching for something

we never found.

Will we have courage to become

that which was always intended,

that which we were never told would happen,

just a faint thought in our minds that there must be

something more than here,

something more than just this,

as we take our steps slowly,

precariously balancing on the surface of life

wary of predator

yet still existing regardless,

will we settle into the comfort of sleep

trusting that which will occur,

the magic that will happen

when we least expect it,

will we welcome it into our lives

as we gaze at stars feeling so very small,

will we realize that we are something,

not nothing,

that we are all a part of

the larger whole.

100_1676.jpgA strange caterpillar? found wandering among the confederate jasmine, my camera not the best at closeup images of insects, but I found it to be rather cool and beautiful, wondering what it will someday become, and hopefully not dinner for a hungry bird or lizard. This fuzzball inspired the words above.