a Photographic Journey by Meryl

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Meditate

blank slate
newfound fate
perfect state
no freight
meditate
Dream 21--sm

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Fly

fingersFly

tapping

limbs

flapping

mind

mapping

dreams

unwrapping

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Breath

snow and wind
marching in
parade of Irish
breath of Spring

Spring 2

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Peace

Peace is available if we choose it.
In spite of chaos and unsolved problems
around us, all is well.
Melody Beattie

PeaceHere is my third post of my new Dream
series that I’ve discovered this winter. This morning
I woke up excited to teach a yoga class for my instructor
who asks me on occasion. Ready to go, I hopped in my car but alas,
the battery was dead; there was no way I could get there so I had to cancel.
For a few hours, I fought the anxiety that creeps in when things don’t
work out or are out of my control. Then I remembered this
quote from a passage called Peace that I read this
morning in my daily reader.

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Past

wad of words
poison gas
hardened
chunks
melted
wax
salt
water
setting sun
crooning sax
dissolved
past
Past

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Fossil

“I don’t seek, I find.”
Serpent 1These are wise words from someone
who taught me a great deal about photography.
When I first heard them, I was confounded. How can I find if I don’t seek?
Yet as time passes, I find that when I’m searching for something,
anything—my keys, the perfect gift, a new friend—
it eludes me, doesn’t appear until I stop looking.
Here’s a fossil in the sand that I discovered
through my lens one cold day when
I least expected it…

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Surprise

blanket of gray
last November day
afternoon revised
four o’clock
surprise

Surprise


Forward

surprised
to find you
here in tact
rivers add
don’t subtract

surprised
it’s not
your final act
moving on
forward track

I prepared this post with obvious reference
to the hurricane that miraculously caused no major
damage to my beloved beach. On Sunday when access
was permitted for the first time since the storm, I was expecting
the shore to be largely eroded. Therefore, it was
a surprise to find it mainly in tact.

On this day after the election, it seems that
this post also applies to last night’s Obama win. I had been
bracing for an upset, loss of hope and change so desperately needed
here in America. Again I was pleasantly surprised!

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Anger

cropping up 
like lettuce in
spring
stubble on
chin
grass that
grows
needs a
mow
same old
song
game of
pong
what went
wrong
how to
depose
beach that
erodes

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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!


Hope

here I wait
anticipate
meditate
mitigate
debate
Hope


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Surfing

one step
then two
like man
on moon
surfing soon

Sometimes it feels like we are stuck in the sand, frozen in time.
We see where we want to go, hear it, can even smell it.
But we can’t move. We’re paralyzed by the thought
that we might make the wrong move. This
alligator reminds me that there is
no such thing. One step, the
slightest movement is
progress.

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Glide

take me

where

rivers appear

where

there’s no fear

where

we glide on glass

where

there’s no past

where

dreams come true

where

you glide with me

and

I with you

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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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Etching

graphs

etched

 minds

of coal

palms

creased

 hands

of old

inhale

 exhale

temps

rising

so little

we know

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In these uncertain times, it helps to remember
that I’m just one speck of sand in the ocean–the vast ebb and flow.
That my life–so large to me– is microscopic in the scheme of things. However
that my contribution, no matter how small, is vital to that big picture. That without it,
the world would be just a tad different. That I’m just as I should be at this moment in time.
That I am enough just as I am.


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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