SPT- parts

• This week it is all about listening.
• Listening to my inner voice
• But especially listening to my outer voice.
• Listening to what I say
• How I say what I say
• and who I say what I say

more self-portraits here

SPT- parts

This has got to be

one of the craziest

photos I have

ever taken of my

body parts.

But you asked for it.

I am always amazed

by the tiny networks

that run

through our bodies.

I am amazed

at how our parts

are inter-connected.

I am amazed

that these little veins

in my arm

are the same

as the little veins

that were in my

arm 20-30+

years ago.

They look the same -

they function the same.

And when I am old-

they will still be...

There is a permanece

in certain parts

of our bodies.

As some parts

mature over the years

others just

remain constant,

untouched by time.

It is time that I look

through my parts for those

pieces of me

that have been

untouched

over time.

The pieces

that do not only

weather the storms,

but come out

just as they were before.

Those pieces are inside me.

They are part of me.

They are the constant

that keeps me together

when all else fails.

They are the parts that

really do not care

where I've been

or where I am going.

These are the parts

that I would like to listen to

a little bit more.

Just a little.

Learn from them.

Learn to be content.

see more here.

SPT-Time to Say Good-bye

It's time.
I have been giving him lots of love.
I gave myself a few days,
but Thursday is drawing near,
much too fast.

In my heart
I know that
I am doing the right thing.
But...
the decision to end a life
(even if it is a pet)
weights heavy on me.

SPT- Scattered Thoughts

Lately I have not been able to focus.

My attention span has been short.

My energy levels are manic.

I am in need of movement.

I am in need of fresh air

and warm sun.

I want to feel the sun sinking

beneath my skin.

I want to feel the hairs on

my arms come alive.

I crave the colors of mother nature.

I crave her movements,

her smells and her rebirth.

I wish to see blues, greens, yellows.

I wish to hear the neighborhood children

singing, yelling, chatting.

I wish to hear the birds, the robins,

the cardinals, even the beastly blue jay.

My thoughts are all over the place

this March, as the change of seasons

approach. I anticipate the forward

movement into a new season and phase.

I am in need of

organization....

challenge....

achievment....

activity....

purpose....

direction....

SPT-Layers

The earth has been completely blanketed in white.

I had a beautiful drive to work, lake effect snow

falling, trees flocked white.

It was pure beauty.

But it also came with a price.

Some of the weaker

branches

crumbled

under the weight.

The street

filled with a beautiful

white blanket

was also filled with

the skeletal remains

of tree branches that

just couldn't

KEEP UP.

Branches that were

already broken,

branches that were

weaker than the others,

branches that fell

because of other falling

branches.

VULNERABLE

Unable to hold

up the burden.

If I could only

strip

away

these layers.

Layers of

obligations,

emotions,

doubt,

stress,

anxiety,

weight,

anger,

fear,

pain....

Would the core of me,

bare

without the layers

covering up,

burdening,

weighing down,

be able to hold me up.

Would

my core

hold up

as those layers

fall softly

upon it's strength?

SPT- Black and White

Exhausted.

No time to write.

Absolutely want

to crawl

onto the couch

with a blanket and pillow

and hide.

HIDE

Hide from all the problems in my world.

Hide from all the people who need me.

Hide from all my responsibilities.

Hide from all my demons.

Hide from all my joy.

Hide from all my fears.

Hide from all my dreams (they overwhelm me).

I am on overload.

I am short circuiting

I need some time to myself.

I need some time to create.

I need some time to rest.

I am exhausted.

SPT- Black and white

I carry a little darkness within me.
A sounding board for all that light.
A place of solitude and shelter.
A darkness that holds all my pain, and pain and pain.
A darkness that holds my peace and faith.
A solid place
holding me together.