a Photographic Journey by Meryl

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black meets blue

faith flutters
melts thru

turns to butter
sticks too

As the branches start to sway outside
my window and I wonder if I will be evacuated
due to the approaching “Frankenstorm”,  all I can
do is have faith.  Faith that the full moon won’t push
the tide up my street; faith that I’ve taken enough precautions
to safeguard my belongings; faith that we won’t be without power for possibly
up to 10 days. But most of all faith that whatever happens, we’ll be okay.

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During one of the recent presidential debates,
President Obama made a reference to ‘grace’
that has stuck with me. Something to the effect
that one of our goals in life is to get through it
with some grace. I couldn’t find the exact quote.
Through all the political commentary and exchanges
between the two candidates, that comment speaks
volumes about the man. For me, it symbolizes an
ideal that has gotten lost, but one that we need to
revitalize as a nation, as a people, and as individuals.

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come close
studied eye
progress slowly
tweedy pie

Sometimes it feels like we’re just  jogging around
in circles, not really getting anywhere.  That’s when it’s time
to stop and take a look at what’s right in front of us. That’s when
we need to consider where we’ve been versus where we are right now.
That’s when it’s time to  recite, Progress not Perfection.  When I visited a
community garden yesterday and looked up and saw this big, old pod
staring back at me, I remembered what a wise woman once
told me, “the only change I believe in is slow.”

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Serenity IV

No matter how long I live near the
water, I still need to remind myself that even in
the off-season, when the temperature starts to dip, I
can jump in my car and in ten minutes I’ll
be where the water meets the sky,
where there’s some serenity
for me and plenty
for you too…

To see other images in this series go to
Serenity Series

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a leap
I seek

Courage, so elusive, so hard
to find and then sustain. Sometimes,
it seems that it’s just within reach, but then
suddenly snatched away. And just as deftly, it can
surprise us by reappearing and lodging somewhere
deep inside.  All those little steps, each so tiresome,
do finally amount to more than their sum
and can catapult us up to the top—
where we can finally lookout,
see where we’ve been,
know where we are…

ps. yes, this was taken at the Grand Canyon

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Love XI

last bloom
harvest moon
autumn days
purple rays
from above
bunch of

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cropping up 
like lettuce in
stubble on
grass that
needs a
same old
game of
what went
how to
beach that

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Anger is one of those taboo subjects.
The enemy that most of us have difficulty discussing
without raising our voices. Perhaps our most powerful emotion,
we’ll do anything to avoid talking about it. Quite the conundrum since
repressed anger— anger turned inward—usually results in depression.
So how and where do you release your anger safely?
Do you punch your pillow,  write in your journal,
vent to a friend,  attend a support group?
I’d love to hear from you!


golden rods
long legs
bare wood
my eyes
my mind


they say
she looks
her best
toned legs
ample breasts

why can’t
she rest
food aplenty
her tests

why must
she wear
her heart
on her

I say
why can’t
you listen
look inside
my refrain

why can’t
you see
me my

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Girl Power

we worship
the water
the sun
life on
four girls
olive eyes
bronze skin
bouncing curls
from the east

There’s nothing like bonding with
a girlfriend. Here’s me and Robyn Lee
hanging out on a bench with some lily pads.
Yep, we go way back… when our girls were
romping (sometimes butt naked ) on the beach.
We met at a day care center… new moms and
newcomers in this breathtaking yet lonely
place…both looking for a friend.
Then life and illness got in the way.
We had rarely spoken or seen one another
for years and years until Robyn came over for tea to
celebrate my birthday this past March. That day she shared
how she had discovered photography via her new blog—
Through The Healing Lens—how it was helping her
reconnect with the world after being isolated due
to her medical challenges and chronic pain.
Ironic, since I’m a photographer yet it wasn’t until
that moment that I realized that my craft had also been
helping me cope and recover–from post-traumatic stress–
in my case, since the moment I picked up a camera.
Although our pain manifests in different ways, we realized
we continue to travel on parallel paths. Hence. the
creation of Recovery Thru My Lens
and this collaborative post
with image by Robyn
and words by me,

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did she just ask
if she could
hop on and
fly with me
to the moon?

doesn’t she know
she’s too big
and I’m not
allowed to fly
with strangers?

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where’d you go
my Romeo
glimmered eye
no reason why

stolen kisses
my reminisces
left stranded
so abandoned

hijacked love
my fitted glove
standing stout
looking out
Thank you fellow blogger Penny for helping
me break my emotional block with your post this afternoon
—the winners of a challenge to write a poem on “Unrequited Love”–
that I had missed due to a weeklong absence writing here.
Although I missed the deadline for the
contest, it moved me to put these
words together with this image.
I knew there must be a reason
for all this blogging.

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In Recovery

From Meryl:
For the last few months I’ve been quite stressed
trying to deal with some major issues and decisions as many of
you may have noticed by the content of my posts. The stress has climaxed to the point that my creative energy has been absorbed—so that there’s not
much left to do my own work and create some new posts.
When I saw this image and received this message from the universe
via Fergiemoto, I was compelled to reblog for the second time this week
and share it with you. I’m hoping to recover my energy soon
and return here with some new work
before too long…..xoxmeryl

Ichigo Ichie

The Master observes the world 
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.
~ Lao Tzu

Conversation with myself
Conversation with Myself, a photo by Fergiemoto on Flickr.  (click on photo to enlarge)

a resonating voice
soundless yet influential
listen and trust it

Have you ever looked inside yourself to find answers to your questions, whether it’s help with a problem, a project, making decisions, finding out what’s behind some of our health issues and what we need to heal, determining the reason for certain recurring memories, or even why some situations seem to trigger strong emotions, etc.?  Our questions can involve a variety of issues, and sometimes the answers you receive can be very surprising, as depicted in my photo above.

Those who understand or practice mind/body exercises like meditation or guided imagery probably understand how…

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Leap: Flexible Plans

From Meryl:
Here is a post that resounded for me
today. It’s amazing how if you are ready and willing
to receive it, the perfect message filters through.
Thank you Christa!

Christa Avampato

My friend, Blair, sent me this photo and I promptly printed it out to hang at my desk. Plans are important – they give us a guidepost and help us bolster our sense of determination. They help us to persevere. However, if we never give ourselves the flexibility to change and alter them, we run the risk of missing out on something wonderful.

Life has many twists and turns. We receive information and insight all the time, and those insights can bring about wonderfully unexpected and unplanned opportunities. The joys of life are often coupled with surprises and adventures we never saw coming. Don’t miss out on them; they arrive at our doorstep for a reason.

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Love X

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here I wait

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going, going
halfway gone
headed south
oh so strong

scissored arms
scissored legs
moving past me
my own egg

Today I will be driving with my daughter to her new home
in the city where she will be starting her adult life. Quite a milestone
in her life and mine. Half of me wants to hold onto that little girl, the one
who hung onto my leg, who wouldn’t leave my side, who asked question after
question until they became too difficult for me to answer. The other half is mesmerized
by her mind, her beauty, but mostly by her strength and perseverance.
I’m sad, but oh so proud.

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Satisfied II

When I originally posted Satisfied,
I felt that the series of three images spoke
for itself. Yet when Tarek of Cairo penned these
words oceans away, they expressed the pleasure so well
that a second edition was warranted.
Thank you Tarek!

find it
pick it
drooling juice
wanting heart

snatch it
squash it
making today
peachy tart



before you pick me
strip me bare
take notice
be aware
of the bounty
of what’s there

Two days ago my children and I tried
to go peach picking. All excited, we found our
way to the farm. When we arrived, we approached
a young man working at the stand stocked with baskets
of peaches and nectarines for sale. “We’d like to go picking,” I said.
“No picking today,” he replied with a blank stare.  Scanning the rows and rows
of peach trees surrounding us, I said “what do you mean?”
“Too much picking last weekend,” he replied,
“no more until Friday.”
Dejected, I grabbed my grandson’s hand and lead him over to a tree
filled with fruit where I took this picture. “But Grammy, why
can’t we pick them?” he asked over and over.
“”We just have to wait.” I said.
“All we can do it look.”

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 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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take me


rivers appear


there’s no fear


we glide on glass


there’s no past


dreams come true


you glide with me


I with you

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there’s you
way up there
apple green
taking your time
on the scene

there’s me
way down there
already red
about to fall
on my head

This summer I planted my first
real vegetable garden, mostly of
tomatoes. It’s been so exciting to
watch the plants thrive to the point
where I had to erect a trellis to
support the long vines laden with

As I start to pick the first batch,
I notice that those lower on
the vine are ripening much earlier.
It prompted me to reflect on how
we all grow at our own pace.

Some of us are early bloomers,
willing to take risks, to step out
and make mistakes, learn from experience.
Others take longer to mature, are more
cautious, not so willing to try new things.

In relationships, it can be challenging when
we learn and grow at a different rate than
our loved ones. In recovery, it can be
lonely while we are waiting for others to
catch on and frightening to think that
perhaps, it will never happen. That
they will never join us on our journey.

I wish I had some wisdom to share on
this dilemma….but I’m at a loss here.
If anyone out there does, I’d love to
hear from you…

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