Love Knows No Lines

When you love someone, you love them. You see how they are different, but it is the last thing you see. There is no line between us when there is love. When I feel love for me, I no longer see the one who loves me as other, or different, or separate. We are each part of the same thing, the same life. There is no line.

Love is love. I love my cat and my cat loves me. She is nothing but love and joy and she is a part of me. Even in death, she is part of me. She is love and that love can not leave me, even when the purr is gone. It would be no different if she were human, love is love.

Her name was Dottie and every moment she was with me she made me know she loved me. Every moment she was here, I loved her. There is no line. The love is still there, because that is what makes us all one. And like any true line, it has no end.

Close To The Bone

So nervous
nowhere to go
open, close
open, close
Fingernails in palm
open, close
shift left, look to the sky.
Not there.
Nails dig deep.
Open.
Close.
goodbye

I Am Wrong!

It's been awhile. Many things have happened and now it is time to move on. Here is something worth thinking about.

Comparisons

As people try to survive the unimaginable in conditions straight from the part of Hell reserved for those who did nothing worse than live, there are those who think the rest of the world was made for their convenience.

This man yelled his way out of a much deserved ticket and then came back into the cafe to gloat over his victory.

To the people of Japan, and Haiti and Libia... I apologize that the people of my country frequently show such little respect for life. Such little awareness of how lucky they are to live here. Such minuscule regard for even the most basic aspect of civilized behavior.

The Return

Been gone for a bit. Now I am back, having thought of a great many things. For now, though, just pictures.

I am not sure what I would do without my camera anymore. Taking pictures is really just a different way of having a conversation with myself.

The light brings perspective, the colour demands attention, the table brings back memories. Why record what I see? Is this something I should let happen and fall away or is this a moment I want to remember? What is it that draws me to this moment in the first place? Why did I see what I saw and why does it speak to me?

Today it was the light. It felt like a lifeline in a place where one was greatly needed. Beauty and warmth and life were pouring through the window and it was magic. Magic I could put into my camera to save for later.

39/365 (work in progress)

37/365

#5- How Do I Want To Be Different Because I Lived In This World?

It is suggested that I make a list of things I want to do while I am alive. I used to have a list of things I wanted to do- travel, go to medical school, learn to paint in France... Nowadays, I don't have much of a list. I am not sure what I want, with the exception of a few things

1) Touch a glacier. A big glacier. Preferably I would like to kayak up to a great, huge glacier and touch it.

2) I would like to travel in Italy by myself. Not the whole country, per se, but a few cities that I could spend some time in and be a part of for a brief time. I would like to be "Adrienne" in an Italian city, not "Cameron's Mom" or "James' Wife" in an Italian city.

3) Go to Graduate School and actually know something about something. No stupid Business degree, though.

I hope that by the time I die that I am a larger person than I am now. A grander person. Someone who has seen life in all its permutations and wants to see more. A person who is alive until I am dead.