a Photographic Journey by Meryl

Summer 2012

Believer

 let me
lift your spirits
lighten your load
warm your heart
broken or not

let me
color your world
soften your soul
change your mind
believer or not


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Waiting

how

long

must

I

wait

how

long

will

it

take

rain

snow

or

sleet

I’d

rather

not

eat

forever

waiting

to

see

How many of us are waiting for our “train” to come in?
How long have we been holding onto something hoping it will
materialize. How patient have we been with ourselves and the Universe?
These are questions I ask myself these days as I work things through,
Usually I come up with the same answer. Be patient, keep waiting.

But patience is so hard for me, I whine like a child.
When I’m done whining, I re-evaluate what it is
I’m waiting for. Is it here already and I don’t
even see it? Am I asking for the right
thing? Finally, I ask myself
How important is it?
And that’s where I
seem to find my
answer.

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Divide

first sight
swath of green
nothing more
in between

time turns
emotions fly
windows close
walls arise

divided still
peeping thru
fencing now
glimpses
too

Setting boundaries is vital to recovery.
For me, it was a revolutionary idea and one of the most difficult
skills to learn. And once I finally did, it was even harder to maintain them,
to keep them sturdy and solid. It seems that when we adopt new behavior we go from one
extreme to the other. So initially, those boundaries were walls with no windows, no way to
look outside. As I’ve become more comfortable setting limits in old relationships as well as new,
I notice that my walls have become more like beach fencing, shielding me
yet providing lots of openings so I can see others
and others can still see me.
🙂

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Jest

stretching high
fans of green
I’m aquatic
stand out
blessed

don’t be
confused
I’m not Lily
nor of
the West

think
take a guess
rather giggle
than scream
I jest

Through recovery, I’ve learned how important it is
to have fun even when stressed. In the past, I became so fixated on solving a problem
that I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, certainly couldn’t imagine enjoying anything until the problem was solved.
It was just another way that I was paralyzed by fear. Recently, I heard this saying: “move a muscle, change a thought.”
If I could find a way to replace my negative thoughts with positive energy
like gazing at this image and writing this little ditty, perhaps I could change my course.

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Coincidence

east west
north south
wherever I go
a coincidence
reminder
someone
I know

Since my posts have lately been on the serious
and perhaps downright spooky side, I thought this might be
a fun image to lighten things up. While on an assignment for my
local Patch online news magazine, I was photographing amusing
boat names and came across this one. I couldn’t help but laugh since
I’m indeed a typical Pisces: sensitive, creative and
always swimming in opposite directions.
It’s coincidences like this that
make me sure there are
no coincidences.

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Web of Love

Today I’m pleased to feature my image with words
by fellow blogger and close friend, Robyn Lee of Through The Healing Lens.
When I read her post Mandala of Her Mind last week, I was not only moved but
tickled by the fact that I had just taken a photograph that I felt reflected
the web of love that she describes so succinctly. It never ceases
to amaze me how true connections between loved ones
appear and reappear time after time.
Thank you, Robyn!

Like a spider,
setting forth
to make her way;

Strand by strand,
she weaves together
antique threads of
hope truth wisdom.

Carefully connecting
delicate fibers
of promises
suspended;

She watches as
mosaic patterns
emerge,
revealing small
segments of self

Laboriously,
she knits complex
arrangements,

Intricate mazes
designed to capture
dreams unrealized;
tying meticulous
knots tightly,
at each cross-section.

With tenuous
twists and turns,
she spins through
tangled tales
of love;
swinging
wildly from
silken strings of
ambiguity.

Finally,
in the heart
of her mandala
she rests

Knowing that
her work
for today
is done.

by Robyn Lee


Demon

headstrong
chamber full
pants outgrown
shirt so black

he knocks
then pounds
make room
clandestine attack

tap gently
turn the key
demon transfer
possibility

We all have our demons.
But what to do when they come knocking
in our dreams, in our thoughts, at our real doors?
For years, I was at their mercy, became paralyzed with fear
when they appeared in nightmares, on the phone, in a letter or at my door.
I would disappear, hand over my power just like that. Through recovery,
I’ve learned that I have a choice. To let then possess me…..or let
them pass through me, just like this Phantom displayed here.
What I’ve learned is that they come from the past which
is no longer….that today they exist
only if I let them.

Visit PHANTOMS to see all posts in this series

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Streaming

pink sand
wonderland
triangles
squares
no cares
silver sheen
emerald green
jet stream

When I’m stressed or overwhelmed,
I often find relief by escaping into my imagery
with wordplay. In the weeks since I started this blog last spring,
my short verses have become even shorter—more and more like
word association than poetry.With this post, it seems I’ve likened this
wordplay to “streaming” —the data transfer that takes place when radio stations
broadcast via the Internet.  Or is it just verbal dreaming?
I’m not quite sure but it seems to make
some kind of imaginary sense.

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Lifesaver

come
don’t despair

slip through
rubber limbs
inflated wings

 float offshore
turn evergreen
lucky charm

livesaver
abandoned
no more

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Renew

send me
a sign

anything
will do

to replenish
to Renew

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Pace


morning stroll
with my pet
under control
in step

making plans
in high gear
lightheaded
disappear

re-emerge
historic place
winter hibiscus
slower pace

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Help

pressed
like a
pancake
flat on
my back

help me
find
my arms
my legs
my breath

help me
feel
the warmth
see beyond
the fire

help me
float
between
blankets
of fear

visit Help page to read more in-depth

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Love VI

gazes melt
hands clasp
first steps
in love


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Serenity III

south specific
bonsai biscotti
toasted almond
double baked
just for me
Serenity

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Serenity Series

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Confide

silence drops
tongue tied
no taste
no cry

hiding
in dark
can’t seek
can’t confide

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