|"Shadows and Lace" © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio|
"I Wrote My Lover a Letter without Words"
I am a small woman,
bold enough to want
to hold a planet in my broken heart.
Here stillness falls
upon the shoulder of stillness,
as one shadow disappears in another,
Everything is here
in the point of this moment of air.
Under this hand of silence,
this woman comes to life,
like a waterfall undressing itself.
Reduced to a needle of light,
I am completely myself.
In each moment,
the story of the universe is repeated:
There was nothing,
Look what is coming to be.
You always surprise me.
Windows seem to afford changes in light unique to windows-almost like a framed visual effect, if you will. I'm sure each window in your house gives you a different show at various times of the day-should you take notice. I hope you do.
It is hard to believe that December is well under way-and the close of the year just weeks away. We always ask ourselves what happened to the year? How did it go by so fast? Yet, no one has an answer. As you get caught up in the hustle and bustle of 'holiday madness', stop and remember, stop and reflect upon these words: "Everything is here in the point of this moment of air."
And heave in a few slow, deep breaths.
It will do you wonders.
Join us as a group of us (yes-there are many of us!) from around the world post our shadow shots over at Shadow Shot Sunday 2. Entertain your muse and be amused by stopping by to see what others have posted!