The Lord
He owns my soul
And my heart is held
In His Love

~

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.

aaron rose

~
Aaron Rose is an artist, writer, musician, film director and independent curator currently living in Los Angeles. For ten years (1992-2002) he was owner/director of the Alleged Gallery in New York. Since then, Rose has been working as a freelance curator, choosing artists for the Undefeated Billboard Project, a public art project in Los Angeles produced in conjunction with Nike. He is co-curator of the museum exhibition “Beautiful Losers: Contemporary Art & Street Culture” which will tour the world through 2008. In addition to curating and publishing, Rose is a co-editor (along with Ed Templeton & Brendan Fowler) of ANP Quarterly, a free magazine produced in conjunction with RVCA. He also co-directed a feature documentary film, plays music in his band The Sads and continues to organize exhibitions in galleries and museums worldwide.


above info. from alleged press

beautiful losers published art collection in book form, as well as a movie.

above photo 
is from low sun setting 
shining on a lovely gutter 
and the side of my house.

The kind man feeds his beast before sitting down to dinner.

hebrew proverb

~
this photo was taken awhile back on a visit to indiana.  it was a summer evening, and the
sun’s angle was such that the light was streaming into the door of the barn.  the horse and i
standing there on the dirt floor.  it was quiet and i could hear the animal’s breathing.
her coat showing it’s colour golden in the light.  her eye watching me.  she, one of the
delights in the life of my sister in law.  a beautiful beast of power and delicacy.

One of my wise teachers, Dr. Orr, told me, “There is
only one thing evil cannot stand, and that is forgiveness.”
~

from page 22 of “You Are Special: 
Words and Wisdom for All Ages 
from a Beloved Neighbor”
by Fred Rogers (1928-2003)

“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.”

John Muir

born april 21, 1838 in dunbar, east lothian, scotland.  he was the third of eight
children.

in 1849, muir’s family emigrated to the united states, starting a farm near
portage, wisconsin.

his history with his father, friend and mentor jeanne carr, wandering in the woods,
his travels in the western united states are all interesting in the formation of
who he became.

in 1892 he was part of the founding of the sierra club.

he put his love for nature into writing.

all this info. and much more is on the john muir page at wikipedia

sum it up
+ x – =

is it in the space between us
or the places where we touch
that produces friction
or attraction
the need for addition
or subtraction
figures determined
to figure out
just what it’s all about

~
the poem is my contribution for the picture prompt challenge.

from week forty-eight
fantastic book listing, photos, art, good writing, poetry and people.
_

The Best Books I’ve Read in 2010 . by Glynn Young at Faith, Fiction, Friends

Wednesday Wonder: All Things Small . by Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper

Thoughts On The Beach . by Steve Gravano at Take A Look Around

Soft Colour Wip . by Carina at Carina’s craftblog

Playing With The Moon . by Deborah at Kickcan & Conkers

Russian Log Houses . by Lambert at Lambert Le Blog

Kindle: poem . by Laura at The Well Spring

55 – Walmart Romeo . by Brian Miller at WayStationOne

Real Executives Don’t Blog . by Bradley J. Moore at Shrinking The Camel

.

~

fool that i am
sorrow in a goodbye
that i did not want to say
i swallow my feelings whole
and they go down
like oysters raw
slipping into depth’s darkness
their salty trace
a bitter taste
on my tongue

~

i took the header photo, above, today on a road that i take fairly often. 
it once was a back road to get to beaverton, it’s still a back road,
comparatively speaking.  the traffic has gone from meandering tractors,
pick-ups and little car traffic, to very fast commuter traffic. 

i pulled off the road as far as i could, which still left my car very close to
the line.  it was late in the day and cloudy, but the sun was peeking out for
what i knew would only be a minute or two, so i put on the hazard lights,
and as they were blinking away, i grabbed my camera and watched for a
chance to jump out of my car. 

quickly making my way to the middle of the bridge, to take the photograph,
cars were zooming past, and i imagined getting the life smacked out of me
by a car.  but, as i saw the light hit the water, all was silent.  for one second,
the world stood still.

~
• blog site for tualatin riverkeepers

• article . hiking the lost falls of the tualatin river

 ~

there’s a song
in me
somewhere
that’s ready to sing

there’s a gift
inside
that’s hiding

words
not meant for
rhyming

rhythm

needing
the right timing

i know
it’s there
i feel
it’s beat

getting stronger

but
how
much longer
will it be

before i
see

~
for one shot wednesday, week twenty-two,
at one stop poetry – where poets writers and artist meet.
write your poem – and leave the link here.

~~~

memories
of a Christ-mas eve past
like a ghost they come
and haunt my thoughts
hazy now
but i remember
such a quiet night
all sleeping but i
secure under cover
stole a glimpse
around the darkened room
i viewed
shapes of little colour
and then
at the foot
of my bed standing
with a little glimmer
of smile
a twinkling
of eyes
he stood
all the while
sheer
barely there
a wee elf it was
waiting
watching me
was it to make sure i slept?
i don’t know
i covered my head
shut my eyes tight and
had lain as still as a child can
therein my long ago bed

~~~

a poetry book giveaway by it’s writer
the book : contingency plans, by david wheeler
go here 
find out the dare
write your poem
and link it

three steps to knowledge of a word that is not enough, on it’s own,
to comprehend the meaning. yet, might be considered interesting.

fellowship

1.
a very good read about fellowship can be had at the study light blog.  it will give you a very good insight to the words that are behind this english translation, and how they were used in the bible.

2.
the page on the word koinonia at wikipedia gives a lot of background information to the english translation of the word fellowship.

3.
here is a blog where you can hear the word kiononia pronounced.

~
for one word
at bridget’s place

it is everywhere
listening
this care held back
waiting
to be seen by man
watching
every closed heart
speaking
a quiet whisper
of Love

~
kundu

empty
baskets
waiting
we know
this
will stay with us
much longer
than
what is given
to us this day
our daily bread
we will remember
that is all we have
that is all we need

~
picture prompt poem
for one stop poetry
write-post-link
~
depression-era photo,
st louis, missouri aprox. 1933
from creative commons flicker