The Eye Doth Not See…

Fleeting thoughts arrive,
As I look through picture archives.

Memories of when,
I stood in awe
Of all that surrounded me,
And remembered to take a picture.

Sometimes, my camera is right at hand
Sometimes, I use my phone

But often…
I lose the moment,
Because I’m too busy living it,
And filing it away in my memory,
Along with the tale,
Or quote,
That came to mind,
As I gazed upon a moment in time.

IF a snapshot taken,
I often arrive home,
Only to realize..

What I most wanted to capture,

Can only be seen in
My mind.

Too Dark….
Too bright
Too blurry…

A picture taken,
As fleeting and wavering
As a dream.

I gaze upon photos taken,
And am reminded of my flaws,

My eyes that drink in all about me,
My brain which protects me from insanity,
By filtering out the all the information,
Flooding it just then,
Via too many light rays
To count.

My ears that hear…
My brain which waits to hear…
Or only hear…
Or translate vibrations,
Into what I wish to hear.

My Brain,
My Protector.

Always filtering out,
That which I do not wish to see,
Or hear,
Or think,
Or care about.
Just now.

My photos often capture,
The moments I missed,
While focusing on something else.

And I am reminded once again,
This morning,
How often,
I lie to myself.

About the things my brain didn’t process…
Or wish to process.
While I was lost in the moment.
Or focused on something else.

The wild animal who stands…
On the horizon,
See there? At the very edge!
As if they are gazing right at me…
Friend or Foe?

The flowering plants in a field,
I missed,
Because they numbered one here,
One there…
While I was caught up in the expanse…
And not paying attention to the details.

The dragon flies all around me,
That I missed,
Because I was trying so hard to snap a shot,
Of the one I held my breath,
And quietly walked back into the house,
To grab the camera and hope,
He would still be there when I returned.

And sometimes….
Guide wires show up…
Supporting structures my mind had erased,
Just then,
On my quest,
To be free…
If only for an afternoon.

A sunset appeared….
In true Rorschach Inkblot Test,
As if Armageddon had arrived.

Displayed so perfectly,
Across the western sky.

Alas! I didn’t stop the truck,
Grab the camera,
And capture it soon enough.

All I managed to do,
In the end,
Was to preserve,

The Sunset said Goodnight,
Though just a moment before,
It displayed a vision of,
The Last Goodnight,

Four years later,
That afternoon clear in my mind…
At least,
As clear as it can be,
Via the story my mind put together.

And yet,
I paused the work of tagging and
Organizing my archives….

After noticing the guide wires,
The Modern Infrastructure,
That was there all the time…
Intruding upon my quest,
Back then.

And the memory of a time,
When I had the camera,
An empty road,
A landscape beset by
Wildness of two storms
From opposing directions,
And I was free…

I now see things my mind erased,
From many moments,
And memories,
Of that evening.

My Heart sees what it wants to see…
Followed in lockstep by,
My Eyes,
My Ears,
My Brain….

But always,
The story within,
Is edited…
Rewritten to embrace,
The other things,
I failed to experience,
Back then…

And once more,
I undo one tiny lie,
Told to myself,
Back then.

**This post courtesy of King Midget, who always challenges me to dare greatly, risk greatly – which is, in the end, Karma due to me – because I’ve tossed such challenges at him, too, often! during our bloggy pals journey.




Middle of the night, I stand,

In silence…

When the full moon shines down,

Calling to me and the four-legged,

To Dance in the Moonlight.


Beneath dark, bitterly cold and clear skies,

Under the Display of Universal Stars.

Shining Beacons, so far away,

and yet….

Oh so so close,

I believe I need only stretch out my hand,

To become one with their wonder.

The storms arrive…

And then move on.

Relentlessly, across the landscape.

Sometimes Fast and Furious,

Sometimes Slow and Challenging.

In their wake,

A stillness descends upon the land.

I often stand in the storm’s fury

Daring the Universe to Take Me, if It wants me.

I also sometimes hide in the cellar…

Or silently curse the unrelenting wind,

or snow,

or tornadoes & hail,

or fires and heatwaves.

I mourn the wilting of plants,

All while I ask them,

Are you tough enough to live where I choose to?

(and) When do you suppose,

It will rain once more?

All Because I’ve learned….

The Peace and Stillness always arrives.

And I and those who live here?

We need only survive long enough, hold on long enough…

….to experience the beauty and bounty.

When I remember this?

My heart and soul are once more healed.


The Prairie

*This post inspired by Teacher As Transformer post I read today

I needed passion, beauty, and ‘idling’ while I pretended to learn new things, today.

I’ve spent too long on the ‘work I learned long ago how to do/improve upon’ in databases, websites, clean-up of outdated data…… compilation of reports, checklists, etc., to aide my partners in ‘creating’ in ‘simple lists to work’ each year/reminder sheets to hang over their desk….

All things, that, while necessary, tend to, at some point…. after marathons of ‘aye…yup! This needs a thorough clean-up!’ activities…. rather…..

Dulls my mind and soul….

Even WHEN I take short breaks to stand in awe, gazing upon, ‘the world immediately outside my front door’ throughout the day and night… 🙂

And so, while trying to get better at ‘sharing’ a compilation of images AND quotes/prose/poetry – (via tutorials and ‘trying yet again, to put into practice what I’ve supposedly ‘learned’ – :D. )

I played in software tools today, applying tips/tricks learned from I really can’t tell ya, how many years of free tutorials….

I’m not an artist – thus, feels like 1,000 years…..

TA-DA (for now..)!

Just in case you thought the only thing I ever talk or think about regarding Prairies are the challenges….

Nope – and perhaps, it was high time I shared more than just the ‘purdy flowers’ in areas that take a lot of ‘work’ from me to ‘make it so’ –

Instead of Challenges Let Me Focus Upon….

The Beauty .

I am sharing with you via photos and words, the Prairie I know and love, that is always there, in all its’ rampant beauty’.

Without me doing a single thing, but gazing upon it, snapping a photo, and finding the ‘perfect photo’ of my own loves, to go with a ‘new to me quote/poem/prose’ I stumbled across while going off on a ‘tangent of surfing the net’, that I’m prone to do when I’m struggling with burnout….

(I did share one quote with a photo taken by a client who lives here, works on the prairie – and are my fave, three generations of family folks to ‘walk the pasture with’ – :D.

And I got permission to do so…..(trust is important, doncha know?)

You can learn more about these fine folks at Third River



You didn’t really think I’d write less than 500 words, did you?

DID YOU???? 😀

PERISH the thought!

Just saying – the framework I work with for ‘biz’ and the one I get here,, in free blog land?

Two horses of different colors and….

I had some thoughts on the matter, while posting this blog entry, (the cursing has been removed, paraphrased for simple info….)

“fine! I’ll upgrade! JUST because I wouldn’t have to work this hard if I self-hosted my own site with the WordPress framework. But my bloggy pals are here and I am building a separate Biz website and Lord Knows,, you’ve hounded me long enough about getting some ‘in the next 48 hours savings’ if only I would just UPGRADE my free blog…”

I get it – Server space doesn’t come free – nor does R&D for providing ‘have your free blogging voice’ operations AND keeping those options rather updated, as cyberland changes – –

I get it – Any tech company that provides something to me for ‘free’ is making their money elsewhere (adds, information, etc.) OR They will DIE out because they just can’t keep the bills paid on what they thought, long ago, would be wonderful and give ‘voice’ to all us everyday folks!!!

I argued a few days ago with a long ago friend, I recently reconnected with – he was assuring me ‘They say there is no free lunch, but this is a free offer to you…”

And I, being me, and because he is male and long, long ago, we were once engaged for about 3 months… I replied,

“Ahh… now….seriously! You KNOW better! There is never, ever, a Free Lunch – there is grace, unexpected blessings and gifts, but there is, in the end, no free lunch….”

Me – being cynical and dashing the hopes/dreams of others.

so, once again, while I was trying to POST this??

I am not certain how it will look, to you, or is viewable by you – or readable – but I must get ‘back to work’ and don’t have time to do a full blog redesign via free theme(s), just now –

And in the end – if I’m going to ‘practice something’ might as well practice it on myself…. 😀

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