evanescent presence...

it's been a long, yet seeminlgy fast few months. my no plan, plan for writing blog posts has been going as planned. while i've been aching to seek the quiet inside my mind, as a means to share my thoughts, projects, adventures and all the inbetweens with you, it seems my busy-ness of work-life, the tackling of yet another masters course and more work-life, inhibited me from sharing with you. now, i know, some of you may be thinking, "it's all about making the time to do the things we love". while i fully believe this statement to be true, the honest truth of the matter is, i had to choose what time i made for the things i love, inbetween completing the tasks that needed doing- have to pay those bills! and so,  my self-care time has been comprised of yoga, biking, reading, some running, lots of gardening, market visits, time with family, friends,meditation, quiet tea time and unsuccessful attempts at sleeping in. 

oh, and let's not forget the camera. although i have been a busy bee, i have almost always managed to capture some images through my lens, so that stories can be told, shared, revisted, loved and reloved ... 

as i drove

to the shore

for one last visit

i approached the door 

tears were perched 

upon my eyes

i held them back

i thought 

i would not cry

for happy times were had in there

christmas dinners, piano tunes,

smells of brown rolls swiveled through the air 

armed with my camera

in i went

feeling their evanescent presence 

the walls were bare

the rooms nearly free

of all that held the memories  

in the porch i used to play

where cans of food i once did lay 

it was my shop,

i sold for free 

sitting there took me back to that memory

where imagination and music was birthed into my soul

where a love for the shore and old homes soon did grow  

i captured  the details in every room

the stairs,

the doorknobs,

the wallpaper,

the latches,

the lights

i just wanted to hold on so tight

but days,

they come 

and then 

they go

and sometimes we have to

just

let

go

and so, i did

that day 

at home 

but i did not lose

for love remains 

in my heart

love of the memories

will never depart

from the depths of the minds

of all who lived and loved there

from the souls of 

of those lost

but quietly remaining

right here

x

where i used to play

etched in our minds

i can hear it now...

the phone i dialed too fast

where trinkets and treasure were found and found again

 





many-a-coiled ropes

many seeds he sowed

hang your hat, not your cap!

of moments here.

 it is comforting to know that the home we all loved and will forever love, is being warmed by two kind souls and a pup, with whom i long to meet...

thank you for being here with me on this journey. stay tuned for upcoming posts. my barrel is overflowing with inspiration and ideas. the tickle trunk is bottomless over here! 

femme x