At The Table In My Sunroom

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I left New Hampshire early on an irrationally warm day for the beginning of April - it would be 80 degrees that day. I was on my way to Florida, the Promise Land for survivors of Northern winters and raw muddy springs. When I got to Florida it was - tah dah - 80 degrees! Now THAT wierd coincidence does not happen often.

But I was not going to Florida for the weather. I was going for my heart.

You see now.

This is the unbearably irresistible call.

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DelwynApril 14, 2010 at 9:57 PM
Hi Jennifer

absolutely irresistible..

I can't wait til it is my turn to hear the call...

I hope your stay was a joy.

Happy days
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

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