Wednesday, January 20, 2016


There was a low mist quietly hovering around the base of these trees, softly nudging up against their knotted ankles like a shy puppy. I didn't catch it. My brother did, but he was kind enough to stop the car and wait for me to capture its fleeting presence.

My mind is here and there, and some-otherwhere. I'm trying to get somewhere fast.... but the road feels wrong. And corner after winding corner, I don't see where it leads. I don't see where anything leads these days. Am I coming? Am I going? Am I making circles? Or am I within that centre point of the circle where nothing moves? Yes. That is where I am. The world is turning, forever churning... and all I can do is watch it orbit around me.

Perhaps that is the best place to be. For now. For a long while to come. I will sleep like the trees.


  1. I love the hazy feeling of your picture - so mysterious inviting you in as part of some marvellous adventure. Sorry to hear that you have lost your direction - using the quiet time of winter may bring you solace and as Spring returns things will not seem as bleak as you find them at the moment. Be encouraged that what you are feeling could change in the blink of an eye.

  2. "but the road feels wrong" and sweet girl…i so understand those words!!!….xo

  3. "I don't see where it leads. I don't see where anything leads these days." Oh, do I know this. Sending love.

    And this photo - pure winter magic. I could gaze at it for hours.

  4. one of my favorite quotes, one of those quotes that reminds me of the truth of life, is from out of africa, karen blixen thinking about denys finch hatton: "perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road."

    there's a purpose to the not knowing, not seeing, to the wrong feeling road. it is a part of the map of your planet, a road you wandered onto. you are leaving footprints even through the mist.


  5. navigating that mist, the wrong feeling roads, the center of the circle are all a part of the ebb and flow. I love what 'd' wrote above, especially about leaving footprints even through the mist. Miss you my friend . . . if you are on facebook give me a nudge. :)

  6. Ahhhh, a beautiful post, and ethereal image. Don't worry about which direction to take sweet girl, I've never had a clue where I'm going in my entire life, I think I finally prefer it that way, every day is new and I'm open to that and to any opportunity and special moment that presents itself....and every moment can be something. I wish you had a follow button! I shall have to check in from time to