Umpqua River, Boomer Hill-Oregon


At the top of Boomer Hill where the Lodge Pole Pines stand straight & erect, reaching for the sky; this is where my heart is.  It’s among the moss and pine cones scattered on the forest floor.

North Umpqua River

It’s riding the air currents, alongside the bald eagles and hawks as they search for prey.

My heart yearns for the splash and laughter of the Umpqua River as it weaves its way across the valley floor.

Oh, how I miss my Beloved Oregon!!

Don’t get me wrong.  I love my life!  I have many, many blessings!  But sometimes my heart just aches to be among this beauty.  I’ve lived from coast to coast in this Great Big U.S. of A. and much of it is beautiful.  But I’ve never lived anywhere more beautiful than Southwest Oregon.

Where is the most beautiful place you’ve ever lived?

By Your Side — Heartstring Eulogies


REBLOG: Don’t mis this beautiful piece from Heart String Eulogies. ❤

“And maybe I’ll remember the good moments. The ones spent by your side.” And maybe, after all is said and done, I’ll finally reach the end. The end of this war. This lifetime of fighting for my own right to breathe. To push forward, no matter how hopeless my circumstances. And maybe, the day will […]

via By Your Side — Heartstring Eulogies

#Weeklysmile – Beautiful Day


My dear friend Trent does a Weekly Smile post.  Here’s one for him (and me).

Today was an almost perfect early spring day.  There was almost no wind, which is something that I am SO thankful for!  The wind blows too much here.  The sun shone all day and the sky was a beautiful blue!

I took the day off.  I didn’t do much today other than enjoy the day.  I spent a lot of time outside with my little dog Rocket, sitting on the deck.  The boy loves to chase the birds and squirrels and he loves to sunbathe.  He competes with the neighbor’s dogs in barking for no reason at all contests sometimes.  He’s normally very quiet (unusual for his breed) so when he wants to cut loose, I usually let him.  He has a good time.

I put all of my flower pots out on the lawn to make sure everyone got some sun.  I’ve carefully covered my flowers at night if the temps dropped too low and I’ve been rewarded with some beautiful blooms!

I washed out the bird bath and refilled it.  I’m still waiting for the little birds to discover it and start enjoying it.  But then again, I guess I would be shy about bathing in a stranger’s yard. 🙂

I’m so thankful for this beautiful day and beautiful weather.  Today made me smile.  There are many places where people are not as fortunate, I know that and I’m thankful.  ❤

Winter photo poetry — Minnesota Prairie Roots


Please enjoy this beautiful take on a winter’s day from one of my favorite bloggers and an amazingly talented photographer.  ❤

A WINTER LANDSCAPE IN RURAL Minnesota can, at first glance, seem visually unappealing. White upon white upon white. But then a moment happens. A curtain opens in the mind to reveal a scene that holds spectacular beauty. Stubble pokes through snowy fields. A farm site stands isolated, yet strong, in all that winter vastness. […]

via Winter photo poetry — Minnesota Prairie Roots

What is a Writer?


I’ve seen several people’s description of a “Writer”.  Looking at Dictionary.com, it says that it is “a person engaged in writing books, articles, stories”, etc.

It also says it is a “person who commits his or her thoughts to writing”.

When I looked up the word “Author”, I found “a person who writes a novel, poem, essay, etc.”

None of these descriptions are very flowery or complimentary.  The closest thing to something really nice that I found was under the definition of “Author”, it also says “the maker of anything; creator; originator”.

Now THAT I like.  When I’m writing, I am lost in this other world of my own creation.  So “Creator” and “Originator” seem quite appropriate.

BUT I have NEVER seen a description of a Writer so beautifully and eloquently done as it was done by Morgan over at Booknvolume. https://booknvolume.com/

This is what she had to say:

“To Write; To Paint with Words as an Artist Bedecks his canvas with hues and shades and layers of pigmentation; To Sing a Melody upon which the gaze may Linger and over which the Heart may Muse again and again: To Create visual Splendour with grammar and language that is, perhaps, fundamentally underutilized or neglected ( and to use Capitalization in the most maddening, although previously explained, manner), to me, is the most Beguiling form of Intoxication in which I could ever take Pleasure and, for you, Dear Intrepid Reader, to Undertake the Journey; to Brave the Frontier of Superfluous Verbosity and reach the shore with a Smile (though, perchance, to some extent exhausted), is, Hopefully, far more Rewarding an Endeavor than many.”

Just amazing!

This woman is a multi-faceted talent!  Please be sure to read the entire post and browse her blog.  Her writing is beautiful, alluring, often sensual and always a delightful surprise!

Thank you Morgan https://booknvolume.com/2017/06/07/happy-bnversary-four-years-of-blather/  (see the entire post here) for your eloquence and beauty.  You are an inspiration to readers and romantics everywhere!

Bloom Where You’re Planted


When I moved to Texas, I think I was in mourning for Oregon for about 3 years.  It took me that long to appreciate where I am and to truly count my blessings.  I could not see the beauty around me.

I’ve gotten so that I can finally appreciate the beauty of Texas.  The wildflowers that are in bloom right now are just amazing.  Primrose, Indian Paint Brush, Bluebonnets, Black Eyed Susans, etc.

I am blessed to have my friends and family.  I am loved and appreciated.  I love my job and my boss and co-workers are awesome.

I have an amazing life!

These are all things that I could not see previously.

What changed?  I finally got my head out of my ass and saw the world around me for what it is!

I’m doing my best to Bloom Where I’m Planted!

 

Ordinary Miracles


I mention a poem by Erica Jong in a post that I did previously called The Ruined Book.  You can see that here if you’d like:  https://pennylanethoughts.wordpress.com/2017/03/29/the-ruined-book/

I was asked why I did not include that poem in my post.  An oversight on my part.  Here it is.  Enjoy.

Spring, rainbows,
ordinary miracles
about which
nothing new can be said.

The stars on a clear night
of a New England winter;
the soft air of the islands
along the old
Spanish Main;
pirate gold shining
in the palm;
the odor of roses
to the lover’s nose. . .

There is no more poetry
to be written
of these things.
The rainbow’s sudden revelation–
behold!
The cliché is true!
What can one say
but that?

So too
with you, little heart,
little miracle,

but you are
no less miracle
for being ordinary. 

Erica Jong

My Muse


 

You are the well from which I drink.

Each breath with you is retched and welcoming.

Your presence can cleanse or stain this heart.

You are a curse, yet I must have you.

I need you, though I despise you.

My nourishment is gone.

You feed this soul with your beauty, your horror and pain.

Have you abandoned me?