knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life

taking refuge

“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness,
the more original and creative our time will become.”
― John O'Donohue,


i forget that there is always pain in life;
and in that pain, forget momentarily that suffering is optional.
in the mist of pain, sleepless nights, and bitterness,
i take myself to the arboretum where i find refuge.

i find refuge in texture and light, seeking out darken paths
and BRILLIANT color.
curious eyes awaken a drive deep inside,
and later, as i sit with the images i capture,
i awaken, with calm.

i watch as brave friends, take chances; traveling outside their comfort zones,
for the sake of art, for the sake of healing, for the sake of self.

stop flapping and soar, i say over and over. . .

“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder. ”
― John O'Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

i awaken eager to do the hard work; to grab hold
of my life, to seek out mother-earth for healing,
and listen to my gut.
to do something brave, just for me. . .

seek your own refuge this weekend and soar,

“You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.”
― John O'Donohue