FOURTEEN

Alone. Contemplating.

Letting go

old friends

first love.

Photos and letters-

ashes.

Passage.....Fourteen.

Here's the thing about these socks.....

At the store I held up these socks and said to my girls,
"Hey, these are cute AND on sale. Do you want some?"

"Ummm..... No...thanks," said with an under tone of 'those-are-not-at-all-cute'!

I ended up buying some just for myself.

And now here are MY socks, but NOT MY FEET!

So.....

Here's the thing about these teenagers....

As the trees purge;
Restart.
I imagine
My possibilities
For the same!

The Last Leaf Standing



Being bullied by the wind to it's fated demise ,

Once fallen, she'll rejoin;

be indifferent of the ones that lay before her,

Still... she hangs in there; persevering.

But... FOR WHAT?

Whispering Woods Tree Tops

One step into Whispering Woods

you are given a calmness from all you carry; a retreat.
In this haven, in this moment, your aware love comes first:

Love of the door, tile, zucchini bread maker.
Love in the beauty of the trees and sun riser.
Love of the newly wide eyed vow taker.
Love of those who've seen the trenches; yet emerged together.
Love of the soft touch and wild embracer.

So for all those who have came before us....

Who:

cuddled to thunderstorms,
grilled frozen pizzas,
fell deeper in love fireside,
watched the treetops,
sat in this unfilled heart jacuzzi hot tub reading books and writing in this group journal with their best friend, who you just noticed in this sunlight is quite a bit greyer then you last remembered!

...We are honored (and humbled) to share this haven with you and will carry a bit of your love with us, as well as the serenity from this....

....Whispering Woods Treetop!

(our entry in the Whispering Woods journal, Eureka Springs, AK
http://eurekaspringstreetopcottages.com/)