torsdag 19. juli 2012

I shall make it through this storm and see light on the other side....

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise?
That I dance like I've got diamonds,
at the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame I rise.
Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear,
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise

-Maya Angelou

fredag 15. juni 2012

Samar in light blue....

I took a trip to Samar to enjoy mother nature at its purest. So serene. So scenic. I feel lighter and more calm. I am a city girl, but on occasion it's amazing to just get away from it all and live the simple life. Live of the land, let the tide drift you into peace.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads
-Henry David Thoreau

onsdag 6. juni 2012

The sun sets... and everything is new...

Even though i'll never need her, 
  Even though she's only giving me pain, 
I'll be on my knees to feed her, 
Spend a day to make her smile again.

Even though i'll never need her,
Even though she's only giving me pain,
As the world is soft around her, 
Leaving me with nothing to disdain.

Even though I'm not her minder, 
Even though she doesn't want me around, 
I am on my feet to find her,
To make sure that she is safe and sound.

Even though I'm not her minder,
Even though she doesn't want me around, 
I am on my feet to find her, 
To make sure that she is safe from harm. 

The sun sets on the war, 
The day breaks and everything is new.

-Kings of Convenience

tirsdag 5. juni 2012

Birds flying high, you know how I feel.....

Those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and the natures which enjoy most keenly also suffer most sharply - Lucy Maud Montgomery

My soul is in the sky.  ~William Shakespeare

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.  ~Friedrich Nietzsche

fredag 1. juni 2012

Just a little unwell....

My body is twisting and turning and nothing feels right at the moment....

Going to spend the weekend healing and charging up for a new week!
Happy Weekend!

What never became of them....

My partner and I took a series of photos a while back for a T-shirt company with political statements.
We thought the pictures were amazing (and so did the guys behind the t-shirts, ehm ehm thank you), but for some reason, they never made it to the public...
So here they are... The ones we finished anyways, before the entire project was put on ice... let's see if they will ever thaw again...

And yes, I am moonlighting as a model on the last 3 photos there...

torsdag 31. mai 2012

Faded and withered....

My heart got me some flowers a while ago and today I found them faded in color and withered in spirit, but still charming in their own way...
So before feeding them to the compost I decided to immortalize them...


It's raining so hard... Not that I mind. I think the rain is beautiful... It smells wonderful, sounds soothing and is so nurturing in so many ways. I love taking pictures in the rain, even though only 1% ever reach the cutting board I like to call Bridge. I still haven't figured out how to capture the rain perfectly, but every time it does rain, I grab my camera and run outdoors...

"There is really nothing you must be.
And there is nothing you must do.
There is really nothing you must have.
And there is nothing you must know.
There is really nothing you must become.
However. It helps to understand that fire burns,
and when it rains, the earth gets wet...."
-Japanese saying

onsdag 30. mai 2012

I'm soaring....


I'm currently in a holding pattern, not going anywhere. Just going along the motions of everyday, feeling like a bird, free, but aimless. Waiting for winter so I can fly south... Any day now...

mandag 28. mai 2012

Take me to my beach....

it washes me free....

Wind on the Hill by A. A. Milne
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.

And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.

So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.

What lies behind....

Living in one place for too long makes one blind to the daily wonders before you, it's when you leave you might see what you had, and when you come back you have a new appreciation and see things with fresh eyes.
I've left before and come back with new thoughts, so this time I know better what I'm leaving behind, and my what a beautiful place this is....

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness” 
 Sylvia Plath

It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something.  ~Charles Dickens

I roamed the countryside searching for answers to things I did not understand.  ~Leonardo da Vinci