Spring in Centennial Park

I am completely infected with the Spring Fever. Summer and fall are my favorite seasons and I've never been bit by the spring bug like I am this year. In the past I have viewed spring as a time of extreme temperatures-- some days 35 degrees, some days 70. It's highly unpredictable and rainy. It seems like this unpredictable allergy season begins and ends abruptly and some time in June it is suddenly 90 degrees here in middle TN and stays that way until September. This year, however, I am seeing such simple beauty in the green buds on my woody hydrangea, and the delicate grace of a budding cherry blossom. Centennial Park in Nashville was a great place for me to go celebrate this beautiful season.

The Nativity

by John O'Donohue

No man reaches where the moon touches a woman.
Even the moon leaves her when she opens
Deeper into the ripple in her womb
That encircles dark, to become flesh and bone.

Someone is coming ashore inside her,
A face deciphers itself from water,
And she curves around the gathering wave,
Opening to offer the life it craves.

In a corner stall of pilgrim strangers,
She falls and heaves, holding a tide of tears.
A red wire of pain feeds through every vein,
Until night unweaves and the child reaches dawn.

Outside each other now, she sees him first,
Flesh of her flesh, her dreamt son safe on earth.

Nashville's First Snow

Well, it finally came, the first snow of the year... and in December no less! It seems we rarely get snow in middle Tennessee anymore, so this was a beautiful surprise.

Happy Thanksgiving

Hello all and Happy Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday. Sometimes it seems like we try to rush past the giving of thanks straight to Christmas. This last Thursday of November is the perfect day to pause and take inventory of all the good that came our way in the past year.

It's been a beautiful day here in Nashville, 63 degrees today. I am stuffed and enjoying Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving with the kids, so what more could I ask for?

It is about 40 degrees this morning here in Nashville, our coldest day of the season and gorgeous outside. After my morning coffee I decided to grab my camera and head to a local park, where I swear I've spotted misty-bodied muses. This place is beautiful, especially at morning. I have a picture to share of the creek nearby.

I crouch against a crashing wave waiting
for your body to vaporize a mist

forming against sunlight particles-- here

where I can capture you

inside a lens.

It is worth the wait

to find you

a secret speckle of light.