*A Dandelion Wish*

A Dandelion's Song

Walking along the path, I spot
puffy white orb-
A Dandelion
a weed
Infinitely more beautiful than its
grassy fellows
endless, identical
To Me
I feel akin to this fluffy oddball
I am drawn
childlike
I grasp the delicate stem,
Bringing it near to my lips
Make a Wish
a prayer.
I wish for peace,
in the world
in my heart
I wish for love,
true love
I wish for direction,
hope
I blow with all my breath
wish with all my being-
Disperse
miniature white parachutes.
In my mind-
I Too
Detach
in a million different directions,
I Am
the hopes
the dreams
the prayers
the wishes
of a world
a generation;
my peers
my family
Myself-
I Am Blown.
Carried by a passing breeze
soft, gentle then-
Grabbed by a far more violent gust
I fall
tumble
rise
twist
Change directions.
I have traveled far-
have far yet to travel
not sure how far
I Am Not Lost-
just searching
for a purpose
a reason
an answer
a place to land
to stay-
To Take Root.

By Jennifer K. Keane

Memories~

GHOSTS

Flames flickered in the fireplace,
As memories on the hearth of life;
Two shadows we, watching, brooding,
To catch our reflection
In a non-existent stream.

The ghost-witness of it all,
The clock brings its proofs;
Moments melt into moments,
Like notes of sad music,
Like a white cerement

Cold memories shroud our life;
Speech flees before this;
Faces turn away from each other;
The fire throws light on them;
There, too flames burn and flicker.

By DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI

Encouragement

Reminding one another of
the dream that each of us
aspires to may be enough
for us to set each other free.

ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY

Someone
looking
out for you.

He called!

I am flying high

above cloud nine

with the thought

that I talked

to you

Dardanelle Bridge

Where we went camping at, was the small town of Dardanelle, population 2 (yes, that's correct, just 2), elevation 6,000 ft. It was my Grandma Bennie Jo's favorite place in the whole world. She went camping with us after my littlest sister Kiersten was born, and fell in love with the area at first sight. After her passing, our family gathered together in her honor, and spent the entire day there for the first time. While visiting, we felt her presence with us. The following year, my mom and I went back and found a rock shaped like a chair that we didn't remember from the year before. Convinced we hadn't overlooked it, we went through our pictures, which proved that it indeed was not. We like to believe that it is meant for us to sit and stay a while to enjoy the view.


This is the old Dardanelle Bridge built in 1933


The side view


Under the bridge


My Grandma's initials carved on side of the bridge; B.J. for Bennie Jo


Looking at the river standing on the bridge


Wild flower


I think that this was even an older bridge than the old Dardanelle Bridge.


This is where two iron rods are directly across from the rocks in the previous photo


Pine cones


Fern

Rock chair

Wild flower

Pigeon Flat

The old photo that I posted in an earlier post, of my family 20 years ago, was taken here at Pigeon Flats. It is a walk-in camp ground just up the road from where we were camping at Brightman Flat, no vehicle's or RV's are allowed there, so it is very quiet and off the beaten path. Charlie and I wanted to go back, being that it was our 20th year anniversary of camping together. The flowers were growing wild where ever you looked. It was a butterfly haven, and they were flying everywhere! I met a lady camping near us, and she was carrying a camera (one I was quite envious of). We discussed the area together, both anticipating beautiful pictures we would capture. It is so calm and serene there.


Wild purple flowers


An old log resting across some rocks


More purple flowers


A lizard basking in the sun


Butterfly


I loved the gold and green hues in the jagged wings of this butterfly


The butterflies loved these purple flowers


This is the same butterfly, it moved and my camera caught it in a different light


More flowers


Another lizard. You can really see the scales in this photo.


The butterflies also enjoyed these white flowers


A different butterfly


This white flower was growing out of a rock!

Well, I hope that you enjoyed my walk through Pigeon Flat!

The Great Outdoors!

our backdrop, of where we camped!


wild flowers, my grand daughter natalie picked for me.






*my natalie :)


one of many butterflies~


charlie... napping.


laying in the hammock, looking up!





it was so good to get away... but, it is so good to be home!