This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart
Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul.
poetry, prose, and photography
Exploring passion
Seeking to understand me
And what feeds my soul
One of my mentors challenged me: does my current work fill me with joy, is it what I imagine doing for years to come. I’ve never asked that of myself before. I’ve drifted from job to job. I’ve never had direction or mission in this part of my life.
I will fix that. It is time.
Writing is that joy giving thing. Now what? I’m unsure.
It’s exhilarating and terrifying.
Short form poetry
I seek out life’s core essence
Light through a prism
In this morning dark
My mind’s focus telling me
My heart’s deep values
There are times that I think my priorities are “X”. I’ve learned, though, my mind’s focus when I wake tells me the deepest concerns of my heart.
What’s interesting is how often it’s not anything I give focus to during my day. Or i would expect to be secondary.
Sometimes it’s not logical, other times it’s extremely rational.
Sometimes fear, now, though, it’s not. That’s a blessing.

Another day ends
Dark blue sky fading to black
Rest’s demands winning
It’s been a king, busy day. Sleep’s call is winning with me. Time to wrap up the day and go up sleep.