“The Earth was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone, our home that must be defended like a holy relic. The Earth was absolutely round. I believe I never knew what the word round meant until I saw the Earth from space.” -Alexis Leonov, Cosmonaut. I will never be a cosmonaut seeing Earth from space, but I got the same feeling as I was peering in the store window after dark and saw the earth, lit by the street light, as like the sun. Our small home that must be defended like a holy relic. I keep my eye out for symbols and The World card in Tarot can mean wholeness, circular journey, successful completion and new beginnings. Let my new journey begin. Love, Me
Postcard to myself and my romantic side: Let the intensity of this wild night sweep you into its arms. Buffet you, woo you, surround you with darkness and whispers of light. Love to you from me.
Dear Friend, I'm thinking of you while I walk. Here is what I'm thinking in my head to say to you. Don't look for sharp lines and crisp defining light, not ever, but especially at not night. Walk quietly, by yourself or with your companion. Take in the moment, find your subject and allow that softness is a poetry, allow that the unintended blur you capture will remind you more of the moment, then if you were to work hard to get it all just exact. Memories are not crisp or exact. Take in that moment, and then keep walking quietly, loving this night.
Do you remember billowing oceans of cherry blossoms above us in the half dark? Undulating, murmuring, rising and falling with the wind; pink and ghostly, wild early furls of spring's return. Nothing brings out the beauty of life, like love.
Dear Beautiful You... How are you? It's been a while. I remember when we first met there was a full moon beaming down like a metaphor, like a sign. It seemed like it played an equal role in our relationship. It was you, me and the moon. And so, sometimes, when I see it being especially flirtatious I think of you. Hope you're still doing alright.
Hey! It's night and I'm driving home, and the rain is falling and the street lights paint a picture and the sky is full of SO much murder! I want to beam you here now so we can see this thing together. You, of all the people, should be here with me now!
My Passport to Adventure? Cool! Good Omens for my trip. Thanks for the messaging. Sometimes a sign is The Sign. I'll take it! :-) Love from New York, Me
Dear Unknown Magician, A friend said to me when I shared this photo of your ridiculous, magical Christmas courtyard "Someone has entirely too much time on their hands." But my friend is wrong I don't know you, but I am in awe of you. You have entirely the right amount of time on your hands. Love, Me.
If I were to tell you how I wish I could have shared this glowing moment with you, though you were not here, I could never put the magic in your heart. So I took this photo to share with you. The unexpected ombre of silhouettes against the sky at sunset. A hint of gold still kissing the curving pine branches, counterbalanced by the black outline of branches crisscrossing the remaining light. It is that moment where all the elements speak to a mysterious resonance inside us.
Me again, feeling contemplative. Remember that year our city, our country, was wracked with violence and righteous upheaval. Dialogue was full of landmines. Tear gas and rubber bullets were used against people demanding that citizens of our society to be treated with humanity and not be murdered with impunity, that old wrongs be ripped down, replaced with something new and better. What does it mean to be a helper? How do we even help when we get so damned sad? Maybe remember St. Rodgers, his beautiful smile, his gentle voice, his comforting cardigan, and try to put that out into the world when we can? Okay, love you. Bye!