Thursday, May 14, 2009

Sunlight On Fragile Petals.

TONIGHT I am feeling as fragile as these white petals. Waiting for a breeze to knock me loose, hanging on the only way I know how - through instinct and the longing to belong.
I feel as if I am in the middle of something - a place in life halfway in-between - where everything will either get really good or really bad.
Maybe it's because I edited 19 obituaries in the past two days and I'm wondering what I will leave behind.
Will it say "avid blogger" in my obituary? Will it say "she liked to tear apart books and let them rot in Oregon's winter rain"? Will it say she could cry looking at flower petals? Will it tell the truth and say "she only liked to cook for parties"?
Click on the picture and enjoy every nuanced shadow of every petal and let me know if you feel the same way. Do you feel temporary, transitory, transient?
A big "T" for me tonight - femminismo

9 comments:

acornmoon said...

No wonder you are feeling down, I can relate you this post and your last one so well. I actually grew up next to a cemetery and often walked through it on my way to my grandparents house, now of course they are buried there. We are transient but I like to think that we carry a little of those we have loved and lost and that in turn we too shall be carried.

femminismo said...

You are very right. I wrote something about the community where I grew up for our local paper (where I work). I think I will continue with my thoughts on the cemetery so I can get my "transient" thoughts out and make them permanent! - Jeanne

annette emms said...

Lovely pictures Jeanne, I gazed at them and smiled.So delicate and like us, just here for a while.x

Candace said...

That flower is a fine one! the little glass of blooms even more so.

As a biker friend used to say, "we're all on our way out." Perhaps this is why we love the flowers and the seasons so ... fleeting but with such impact, each and every one. Like each and every one you and I and all of us know.

No doubt about it, ours is the generation next up to bat. May it be said, "Those kids knocked it out of the park."
Take good care.
Candace in Athens

grrl+dog said...

wow.. that is enough for anyone to reflect on their mortality. It's healthy to keep it in mind...makes every breath count.

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Beckie Holso said...

Like the blossoms, our time here is short - and it's up to us to bloom as beautifully as we possibly can while we're here. We can be the hopeful spring for those around us.

3rdEyeMuse said...

it will say, "she was loved".

... at least that's what I like to think mine will, so am more than happy to share.

fleeting? depends on the perspective of the moment.

Seth said...

Sounds like a difficult place to be. But I have to say that the photographs and your eloquent words make it clear that this "T" place has not compromised your creativity.