Thus Dreams the Heart

Sweetly dreams the wayward child,

As Love surrounds their sleeping form.

Journey on through night so mild,

Unfolds a world so soft and warm.

Dancing clouds delight the eye,

Swimming high above the Bay.

The child laughs and wonders why,

Then joins in flight and joyous play!

~Starlisa Black

19 August 2019

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LIfe is an everchanging Process

No matter what life throws our way

we can overcome

endure

and even move forward.  

At times the moments can be full of shadows

and hurt, 

but go around that next corner

and the LIght returns

to brighten your 

Day. 

What we do with that light

is up to each of us.

We can hide it in our proverbial closets

and try to keep it all for ourselves…. 

but it slips away. 

We can shine the light out from 

our hearts

for others to find their way, 

and it returns 

brighter.

Our choice.  Move

Forward into that LIght!  Let it fill the hearts of others

so that they may shine for you 

in dark times.

Together, spirits shining, move 

Forward into that Light, 

Together.

Give Thanks.

     ~darlisa black August 16, 2014

Road to Mount Rainer

Road to Mount Rainer

Wind, Sun, and Gratitude

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Wind, Sun, and Gratitude

Letting the winds of Life dance around me
like whirling Dervishes,
my roots reach deep into the
earth’s mysteries
and songs,
while my arms,
like branches,
reach with joy into the sun filled
heavens above.

Longing swims the same channels
through my veins
as Gratitude,
connecting the heavens above
and earth below.
Humbly I bow my head
and give thanks
For this day, this gift of life
and memory
and dreams.

~ Darlisa
3/23/2014

BREATH OF LIFE

Lewis River, famous for it green color, was a home every summer in my growing up years.  I can feel the presence of my loved ones in this magical place.

Lewis River, famous for it green color, was a home every summer in my growing up years. I can feel the presence of my loved ones in this magical place.

BREATH OF LIFE

Breath of life, wash through my body

as I walk besides this sacred stream…

Father and Mother nearby,

I feel them in the smell of the forest,

in the dark of the deep cave…

they are in the water cascading down the mountainside,

in the fish that leap and glide…

their presence warms my heart

I lay upon the freshly wet forest duff..

Their love wraps itself around me like the softest blanket

as I give my tears to the earth…

and send my prayers on wings to the Creator.

Ancient Cedars carry my heart upwards

as the sap rises in the spring, and oh the smell!

Fresh pine gum fills my mouth with the tangy aroma of life,

as I sense my mother’s presence, she

who taught me to chew the delightful gum.

Sounds of the forest catch my attention,

and I remember my dad teaching me to track thru snow…

be alert, always scanning to the front and back

between quick glances at the ground.

A magical place, a sacred space,

not far from home,

yet in another world.

I follow the creek up over waterfalls

and around boulders and logs.

Rich yellow green mosses carpet rocks and soil

in an enticing paradise,

illuminated by spirit, refreshing the soul.

Sacred place,  mystical space….

the burdens of the heart melt deep

into accepting earth,

draining away with my tears into the ground.

Slowly, new life creeps up from the Mother,

infuses the cells of my body with vibrant life energy,

and replaces the pain with joy…

A prayer bursts forth with passion,

Crying to my Father above for release;

a prayer of hope,

a prayer of faith.

As I sit up, reborn from the water of the forest,

I give thanks with all my heart.

The Lord’s Prayer comes to my lips, not as a rote piece,

but full of meaning and life, color and depth…

… each phrase complete

each word from the heart.

I dip my hands into the blessed water

and wash my pain away.

A new life has begun.

~Darlisa~   3/21/05

Mother enjoying her favorite campground where we spent every summer deep in the mountains on the Lewis River ~ Nina Black, born May 18, 1913; died November 7, 2003

Mother enjoying her favorite campground where we spent every summer deep in the mountains on the Lewis River
~ Nina Black, born May 18, 1913; died November 7, 2003

Eternal Cycles

Freezing rain coats every needle on the fir trees one cold January week in 2010

Freezing rain coats every needle on the fir trees one cold January week in 2010

Eternal Cycles

Crystalline beauty
of individually frosted Ponderosa Pine needles,
glistening in the low-lying winter sunlight;
A shimmering halo of pure light evoking a brief flash of thankful joy.

The light that is love divine, pure unadulterated bliss…

At that wondrous moment, life makes sense.
Life and death~ part of the eternal cycle~
and never an ending
without a new beginning.

The morning sun kisses the earth, brings renewal daily.
It is left for us to see the blessings
and take them as our own.
The gift is here, do we have the eyes to see,
the ears to hear?

Descending into the fog once more
I remember the sadness,
but my load is lighter.
Heart brims with thankfulness,
for the memory of joy.

Fog thickens,
lays in wisps and heavy blankets
over the forested hills and tilled fields.
Darkness consumes,
yet a glimpse of the gold edged trees
in the high valley
bring a reminder of better days.

Faith…
the light will return.
Light… pure love of Creator
for all creation…
and of all life for
it’s maker.
Be at peace.
~Darlisa 12/02/04

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Memories Spin in a Gust of Wind

This first photo was taken by my bro Larry Andreasen, also known as bobshots on Flickr.  Kind and gentle soul, he captured a feeling of timelessness here that I love about the lake.

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At times when the wind blows, it seems to pull me right out of my body and take me on a journey through life and time, as senses expand and tingle and scents from long ago drift by in full color.

Myself out in the fields of flowers with my old dog Rio.  This photo was taken by my good friend Janice Lorentz.

Myself out in the fields of flowers with my old dog Rio. This photo was taken by my good friend Janice Lorentz.

Before I got seriously into photography in about 2007, I wrote.. pages and pages of emotional processing after losing loved ones, interspersed with descriptions of the beauty around me.  Tonight  the mood returned for a bit.  If you are only here for the photography, now is the time to close the page and return to browsing.

This photo below is from around 1994-96.  Looking at it now, and then looking in the mirror I am surprised at the difference.  I keep thinking of cutting my hair off once again like I did back then, but now it would be half gray, with many more lines and wrinkles in the face and each wrinkle with a story behind it.  As to the hair, I wonder if the curls would return if it was short again.  Mom’s were…her hair was so pretty and silver curling around her laughing face. and her wrinkles were soft and full of love.   Funny how time slowly erodes us away.  Back when this photo was taken 20 years ago (oh gosh is it really 20?)  I even cared more how I look… now i just dress guerilla style, rough and tough, ready to be out in all conditions at any moment.  Forget to brush my hair some days and my clothes don’t always match.  At least my socks still do!

Myself and husband David Reel in about 1994-96.  He passed away  on January 16, 1996. Clicking on this image will take you to a previous post of memories.

Myself and husband David Reel in about 1994-96. He passed away on January 16, 1996.
Clicking on this image will take you to a previous post of memories.

 

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 I hear the wind whipping around outside tonight and feel the spirits dancing free, unhindered now by bodies that were failing. My mind seems to jump and spin as the clouds whip on by, and the moist air washes through my body as I breathe in deeply.  Perhaps if I step into that wind it might carry me far and wide to see the lands I dream of,  the friends I have only met online, and the places where the spirits dance and sing and pray to help guide us along our sometimes rocky way.

Peace be with you

always.

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Another photo of me and my old dog Rio in the wilds, taken by my friend Victor Vonsalza Gosh I miss that doggie!

Another photo of me and my old dog Rio in the wilds, taken by my friend Victor Vonsalza
Gosh I miss that doggie!

Larry Andreasen took the next two photos

LOL and I must include this one of me in the foggy Painted Hills one early dawn, taken by my Bro Larry Andreasen

LOL and I must include this one of me in the foggy Painted Hills one early dawn, taken by my Bro Larry Andreasen

On a wintry day, having wonderful fun on the closed road near home in White Salmon, with Larry who took the photo, and my daughter

On a wintry day, having wonderful fun on the closed road near home in White Salmon, with Larry who took the photo, and my daughter

and the darling daughter who makes my day when I hear her lovely voice

My daughter and I out playing in the snow. I did take THIS photo... the only one on the page that I took!

My daughter and I out playing in the snow. I did take THIS photo… the only one on the page that I took!

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