The Well Used Heart

So I have been away. The curve got hold me. I flew off into the ozone for awhile. 

Here is a small selection of life since May....

 How are you?  

Shine the Divine- I Heart Macro week 17

Sunday Whirl #125- September 8, 2013
Poetic Bloomings September 8, 20123 Prompt 119- "Looking Back- Looking Forward" 
   
The Well Used Heart  by Teri H  Hoover ©

One small brush with a stranger, at the magic edge of idleness.

One little push at the top of the curve; there is no turning back.

Traveling the avenue of thought only to lose my answer.

Stains of intrigue stamped upon my passport.

Approaching the borders without dimension. 

Where is my country?

Only a heart full of emptiness can return home.

 

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Just to the Left

Continuum Photography by Teri H Hoover

I went back to playing with photoshop layers this evening. I have taken to making my own backgrounds/layers by manipulating some of my own images; some shot with my Canon 5D, and others taken with my cell phone. I started out with a photo of three friends playing Bocce ball on the shore of the Atlantic. I added a snow scene from my recent trip out west, and few bare branch tree scenes from this winter. I added a grungy looking border and a few more white layers (that were actually images of crumpled paper).  There were no hurricane image - as referred to in my poem below. Then I added my name. I really enjoy creating images this way. 

Just to the left of the rainbow

between the floor and sky

right near the tree lined seashore 

 and the hurricanes eye.

the rest of the story...

Drawn to the Line

 Jordanelle Reservoir, Wasatch County, Utah- Feb 24, 2012

Stretched along the frigid shore.

Graciously sharing the edge.

I am away from home. I have been feeling a bit adrift most of February. Being away accentuates this just a bit more. Why do I not find energy in leaving and exploring?

Pausing I breathe and notice the view outside the window. My eye is not drawn to the magnificent Mount Timpanogos- instead the first thing I see is the wandering line, where the blue water meets the snow covered shore.

 

Little Things

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 New Smyrna Beach, FL-Sept.14, 2011

What we leave behind is as telling as what we find.

Where the Edges Are

 Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA May 3, 2011

observing incoming transition

my small stone writing for May 3, 2011

I started my walk around 3 today, a flippy sleeveless shirt and light jeans.  An unusually warm day for the first week of May.  And I am not complaining.  I crest the tip top of the trail after waving a thank you to the cars that stop in the crosswalk for me to pass. A stretch of  pavement -one of my favorite open spots of straight trail- if I kept walking this trajectory I would end up in the Jefferson National Forest. I can see the mountains from here. The slight downhill slope invites my full inattention to walking. I float and the breeze brushes my wings.  I notice the breeze stays consistent like a current- starting out warm, but finishing cool. I think we are on the edge of a change for the weather.  

I wander in thought thinking of edges, transitions, pondering the softening shadows as clouds roll in. I see the fading edge of the shadows and feel they somehow illuminate  what transition is.  I whirl thoughts together; maybe it is in the less defined edges of transition that my heart finds room to grow.  Pondering on the edge some more I find two more photos that talk about edge to me.

Along the Edges

Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA- Jan 11, 2011

A River of Stones- a 30 day challenge in observation

So today was a day for interior work- again. (Except for my walk)

 

Things like going through the Christmas cards to cull address- SO you can organize your contact list -SO you can get the needed peoples addresses to your daughter for the wedding invitee list. 

A day to get the soy sauce out of your new jeans by doing some laundry.

A day when you ponder if you should go out and by the next size down in those very jeans cuz you are feeling lighter. (the thought of a store kills that idea).

A day where you turn on Pandora Radio but forget to turn on the speakers for two hours. 

A day when you are organizing your two calendars and realize you missed a get together on Sunday.  

A day where you try to figure out how to work your new phone - so it does not keep turning off when you are trying to take photos during your walk.

A day when you get your blog post done before dinner. 

That is a good day.