Warmth and cool...

Somedays, you are a fiery burst of oranges and reds - moving quickly, getting ahead of things, looking the lens in the eye, and bursting with the sort of confidence that is derived by things of burnt orange!

Other days, you're more somber places of purple, green and blue, content to let the day slip by a little more... Slowly brewing pots of tea and hearing the deeper thoughts from within the core of your heart...

Which are you this day?

Shell xx

New Years love poem

A year is quite the strangest thing;

To mark our lives with the changing of seasons,

By a calender of months, which pass us by;

Keeping count of days, and naming them names...

Rising with mornings,

sipping tea at noon;

and playing music, on into the night...

I love our years, and I treasure our days,

Ever aware we do not belong,

Just renting a little piece of the Earth for a while,

Until we can go home, to our Father.

In the meantime I am here with you,

Contently,

Marking my life with the changing of seasons,

With calenders and days which pass so swiftly by;

Rising with you, and with mornings,

(hoping I'm) sipping tea with you at noon...

And still my escape, from every day's challenge,

Is coming home to you.

Is laughing at our lives, and loving all we can,

and playing music, on into the night.

- Happy new year!

to all who read this here,

In my heart held dear.

Shell xx

Ridiculous self portrait series!

: )

Shell xx