Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Either The Fence Post Or The Flower...

I love looking at the world through the eye's of a dreamer with an endless imagination. Who happens to thrive on photography...
But sometimes I forget that about myself. My perspective becomes a little tired, a little warped.
Sometimes I get to feeling a little more like this ol fence post than I care to admit;

Ah...but then...that inner child of mine, skips nobly out, and perusing the situation sees, that there is much more here, than may originally meet my little eye!  Why, what at first glace may look the forlorn, barrier standing sentinel to numerous restrictions and hardships, is in reality fortifying, and teaming with beauty. 

Allowing me once again to regain my perspective, while widening my view, of the unnoticed depictions in the panorama that is my life. To dream those dreams, that are to big for my britches, to imagine things, beyond my current ability to achieve, feeling the gentle breezes of encouragement, passionately caressing me to be who I know deep down that I am.

Where I find contentment, either being the sturdy little ol fence post, undergoing the transformations that may come, or, the loud, imaginative, dreaming, little flower, producing grandiose pictures and plans for my world, happily at its base. 

Ahh...life is good...

Smile and remember;
We're fool's whether we dance or not. So we might as well dance.

1 comment:

  1. Missy,

    Your words are pulling me outside the door -- off to explore! And your photos show me the elegance of barbed wire (who knew?).

    I loved "that inner child of mine, skips nobly out, and perusing the situation sees, that there is much more here, than may originally meet my little eye!"

    and "standing sentinel" (off to look up the latter...)

    On my way, now, to pursue dreams that are too big for my britches (and, shhhh!, don' tell my britches!)

    thanks and love,