My sliver of hope, like the moon in all its phases, in becoming whole once again. I hope to nourish it, water it with my hearts intentions, and see it in full bloom once again.

Sometimes my heart cannot help but wander
in search of moments that I’ve never been,
a tree whose leaves I’ve never stood beneath,
or a dance of light and clouds
that my eyes have never before beheld.

In this newfound moment
that I’ve never been,
my wandering heart falls in love with life all over again.

Sometimes the most special photos that I take
are simple things,
but they are always something that moves me
and speaks to my heart…

and many times,
they are my heart speaking.

you may hear them, the wild things
that beckon in whispers on the breeze,
calling out to you
in a language whose secrets are lullabies
hidden within gentle sunsets

what the wind carries …
tonight: light, briefly held

There are times when I feel more fragile than a feather,

a tender leaf among a field of brilliant wildflowers,

forgetting for a moment that I am part of the meadow.

What if I carried myself
with the quiet certainty
of someone who belongs
to her own life?

Shoulders unclenched.
Spine awake.

Joy lingering in me
hours after returning home.

Simply alive.

My camera is the lens that helps me to see beauty in the world, in life, and in the hearts around me.

Truth can be tucked gently into humor, just as much as it can be with beauty.