When did God start to speak so clearly?

When did I start to listen?

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

The paradox of whittling.
Shaving away the hurt and sorrow.
Letting it go.
Picking it up.
Learning from the whittling.
Again and again.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Let go of what does not fit.

Surrender to gratitude and delight.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

On the fringe. One foot in and one foot out. Put on the mask and step into the illusion. Leave off the mask. Step into truth. In or out? What will it be today?

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Soul work. Whittling away. Letting go again and again, because I continue to pick up the broken pieces.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Whittling away at the carving of my life. The shavings have much to say.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Accept. Don’t Expect.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

It is impossible to meet the expectations of friendship—ours or theirs.
I can, however, be grateful for what is—for who we are together and apart.
I can consider the relationship with grateful expectancy versus unattainable expectations.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Home. Where every part of me comes together (if only for a moment) and I am at peace.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

What is my role here? And, why in this place where I should feel most at home—most like Me—do I feel so alone?

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

What I say may not be what you hear.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

flickr fun

1. Succede che ti si squaglia il cuore, 2. 16/365 - Finals Week, 3. NYC - Metropolitan Museum of Art - Youthful Hercules, 4. The Photographer, 5. +[ Johnny Depp: drop dead gorgeous ]+, 6. Chardonnay!, 7. Last day in Paris, 8. Wedding on Your Mind, 9. That's, uh, some lightning you've got there., 10. When Waves Collide, 11. Something wonderful happens in Summer, 12. The World Looks So Good When You’re Wearing Heart Socks

Above is a fun flickr meme that I've seen floating around the internet. I found it at Creative Everyday. I have been curious about the collage technique with photos and so decided to give it a creative try. It's great fun when you don't want to drag out all of the art supplies. Give it a try. Here's the idea behind the meme:

• Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search.
• Using only the first page, choose an image.
• Copy and paste each of the URL’s into the mosaic maker over at FD's image maker.

The questions:
What is your first name?
What is your favorite food?
What high school did you attend?
What is your favorite color?
Who is your celebrity crush?
Favorite drink?
Dream vacation?
Favorite dessert?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do you love most in life?
One word to describe you.
Your Flickr name

Be sure to let me know if you post your own!!!

just playing...

Poetry Party

Today's post is inspired by this lovely photograph and poetry prompt found at Abbey of the Arts. I hope you, too, will choose to join the party here.

paralyzed
I refuse to choose and
so the doors that lie before me
remain forever unopened

some sit ajar…just a bit
a crack to let light in
brightening the shadows of “what if”…just a bit
immobile, however,
the hinges grow stiff in their waiting

possibility remains trapped,
paralyzed behind the door
I refuse to let swing wide
saying to myself,
“what if it’s the wrong door?”

Where do you find yourself refusing to choose--either by keeping too many doors open or refusing to let new ones filled with possibility swing wide?

photo by Christine Paintner