Autumn Rush...

for several more pics of Autumn country living,  click here: 

G A R A H S T A H

pictures, pictures and more pictures...

t h e  w o o d s   a n d   f i e l d   a c r o s s  f r o m   m y   f a v o u r i t e  v i e w

We went for a drive after school today and this is what we saw...all pics are taken within a 3-mile radius of our home...the pond is directly across the street and the rest are just around the corner...

feel free to zoom in...I was loving what the camera was picking up with some of these shots...
 this is why I love country living!
...enjoy!

h e r e  t h e y  c o m e !

4 ~ d u c k s  i n  a  r o w

t h e  p o n d  i s  a c r o s s  f r o m  o u r  h o m e ...

t h e  d u c k s  a r e  b e i n g   t a k e n   t o  a  n e i g h b o r i n g   f a r m  f o r  t h e  w i n t e r ...

t o  k e e p  t h e m  w a r m

a n d  s a f e  f r o m  c o y o t e ' s ...

h a v e  y o u  e v e r  f e l t  a  d u c k  g r a b  f o o d  f r o m  y o u r  h a n d ?

i t  f e e l s  l i k e  h a v i n g  s o m e o n e  t o o t h l e s s  b i t e  y o u...

m y  b a b i e s

h a h a  l a d y,  i  g o t  t h e  w h o l e  p i e c e ...

s h a r e  w i l l  y a ?

s e r e n i t y

t h e   v i e w   a c r o s s   t h e   s t r e e t   f r o m   o u r   h o m e  ...

a r o u n d  t h e  c o r n e r

t h e  r o a d  t o  m y  f a v o u r i t e  v i e w

m y  f a v o u r i t e  v i e w

s u n s e t  a r o u n d  t h e  c o r n e r

t h e  w o o d s ~ n e a r  m y  f a v o u r i t e  v i e w

a c r o s s  t h e  r o a d  f r o m  f a v o u r i t e  v i e w

f l y i n g  h i g h ~ j u s t  b e f o r e  s u n s e t

o f f  i n t o  t h e  w i l d  b l u e  y o n d e r!

all photos by ~ all taken on October 26, 2009

©

2009

turning inward...

Tears turning inward



flooding her insides
as her heart becomes inflamed
with a hurt so deep
so dark
charred by an absence
of love, of respect,
of care...of him...

Tears turning inward
filling her mind
her heart
her spirit ~ with the deepest pain in the darkest placein the deepest way...
Tears turning inwardfor they have nowhere else to go
heart dying inside turning black scorched by her burning tears
deceased being
deceased heart
deceased love
deceased from the fragile state that ITonce was for love ceased to be what was thoughtthe path was decided for herand there was no chance for her, for them.
fate? decided that it was not okay and not okay for her to express her thoughts, her feelings, so she held them at bayuntil they had no choice but to move inwardas no outward release could be found...
...what decided this?she had no part...
she is left withTears turning inward.

© 2009

As you slipped into the darkness

your soul cried out for the chains

to be pried from their grip that

held and

suffocated your being

this crinoline steel-like web that's cast itself

to the winds 

to the deepest darkest places

where life has no chance to be,

to survive

what else is there to

this dance of damning qualities

within, without...

where  life has turned

brought a wickedness

from below

levels deep

hidden in disparaging thoughts

that forever drown
who she wants to be...

©

2009

image source: Tears_of_stone_III_In_memoriam_by_aphostol

over forty and fabulous...newer painting

over forty and fabulous
11 x 14 acrylic on canvas
~
Over forty and fabulousentering the Autumn of her life

she is seasoned
she is perfection
she is wife
 lover
sister,
mother and child
she is all these things...

she carries her hurts
she lives her joys

she is YOU
she is ME

she lives as if her
heart
has been blissfully set free

she wears a glow
her aura speaks of
life, living, joy, hope and love!

she is over forty
and...

f a b u l o u s!

©
2009
To ALL my kindred-spirit sisters, whether forty or under, with love...
i  painted this a few weeks ago and have not painted since with the exception of a few sketches.

i am high and dry
my painting Muse is still on vacation,
BUT~
My birthday was Monday and I got to thinking about us women over forty. 

I think we're pretty fabulous!  and I have met so many of you beautiful and talented ladies here...
~ I'm 46 now and 
blessed with good health, beautiful children,  family and friends, and hopefully, I have many more beautiful years to come!

and I want the same for you!

CHEERS! to ALL of YOU! xx

and if you only follow here at Garahstah and would like to read my poetry
please visit the link for my Shades of Grey blog:
Poetry

sweet surrender and such... 3 for 1

bring to me

this




sweet surrenderthat lives within these shades of grey days of grey
days of grey

i come undone
when you're away
you're away
you're away...

sweet surrender
painful and sweet are you!
sweet surrender
is all i can do...

i come undone
each time your face meets mine
and we stand before this love
sublime...
i come undone

o' i dream
i dream
i dream

Until the spell is broken
 broken
 broken
all the while wondering if you're true...
true
true

if you're true...

©
2009
image source: m x 127s by scarabuss

do not take
from me that which is ME

let me always know and be at comfort
with the unknown

for we speak
we share
we commune
we devise
we plan
we exist
we acknowledge

the unknown does not frighten ME
though i have been known to frighten the UNKNOWN

for he or she knows of the Beauty
that i seek...

© 2009
image source: coh by alex vasilenko

oh, if i were you my love
i would settle in to those feelings,





the unknown
has bequeathed
upon you
and in turn me...
to not bend with such
and dance with awhile, would be
ever so sinful
a gift as this should not be
ignored
forgotten
or displaced.

can't you see this love?
or does it simply
resemble all
others you have seen?
is it different?
something special,
something charmed and magnificent?!
is it ordinary
or extraordinary?!

is is unreal or real?
you tell me my love
lend me your thoughts, love

for mine are laid out like
a platter filled with feast
symbolic of the feast of the gods
that lay at your feet and mine...

shall we partake
what a treat that would make
but as long as we do not forsake

oh my love, where shall we go?
do we flee?
or simply lay it to rest
my love

oh my love

ohmy
love...
if i were you...

© 2009
image source:couple+in+cafe...7RGgy4cxidb73efd9qv1OwYx_500  
my newest painting (especially for my kindred-spirit sisters) at: G A R A H S T A H

awakening the Muse ...a 5 for 1

she wanted

so she waited
she never quite knew which way the
wind would fashion itself next...but she held on.

was she misguided to believe? 
through trial and error
she sequestered her thoughts...no one would ever know the depth
of her knowledge
she's had no choice but to remain silent
she is aware of unspoken motives
she is aware of the said and the unsaid

 her gift? or more accurately ~
her burden
her silenceher silence

 she hides behind this knowledge
she cannot open the wound until she knows she can have  the purity and honesty
that she lives for

death of faith
death of faith

let downdisenchanted is she, from the story she lived, loved, told herself.

how can ones  faith  function and remain intact
in this pool of obscurity?
her heart downtrodden she moves on from the maize that her love has become.
a lover's choice
freedom  her only choice
freedom to loveto be loved in return...as fortune, will be hersshe will know a love like no othershe will not live behind rules, religion, or the creedof others' only those of her own making
true love...that is her creed
her religion

your kiss was not a kiss goodbye
yet your kiss remains the reason why

a song of love...a ballad...
lost... found...lost again

your kiss whispered many a tale

a collaborationof feelings
shared...

conceived in the mind,
felt in the heart
leaving an imprint upon the soul

companions in living
 in dying
though never near

imagined then realized by a
fleeting impulse as evidence was made
 touched createdand nothing will ever be the same

thwarted by imposing obligationsa life already lived

 distorted
elusive wants mixed with
inflated dreams
inflated by your kisses
the ones that

diffused light in darker days...

facets of youthat glisten in the setting Sun
dancing on raindrops as rainbows form across the skies
from one end to the other i love you!
i found you on one sideand i on the otheras we met in the middle
where forever rainbows reside...

fears have fed hurt to my loverfeeding more hurt to my fearsas uncertainties lay openbefore US like a wall made of stonethat lays before the garden planted with what if's and i told you so's
reverting to a darkened corner that is all that can be done

a pregnant pause

as my love for you

streams back & forth

between levels of consciousness

finding myself

letting go

lingering midway

between this heaven and hell

this limbo

yet whatever the Gods deem

will be so...

©
2009
image source: unknown 

wherefore art thou muse? ...

muse, oh muse
wherefore art thou muse?

i , stranded with paint and palette in hand, 
wasting away, as my brush has not been
compelled to reach the canvas.

oh muse ye do
paint my thoughts, yes
but that is as far it goes
and words they wander
yet do not flow

oh muse
come back to me

bring forth C R E A T I V I T Y!

 Romeo & Juliet, they had much to whine of
but  I, I in deeper need than even they

Please bring forth C R E A T I V I T Y!

ye are present in these veins
oh muse
and in this blood
but ye are sleeping
on the job
and need to awaken!




or I shall wax and wane with the Moon
and ye fickle one will be deserted and be the one left behind.
 oh muse! ...
Wake Up! what'd ya think this is? a paid vacation?

©
2009
image titled: body_paint...photographer unknown
poking fun at my muse for abandoning me...damn that muse! ;)

much ado about nothin...

much ado about nothin at: 

G A R A H S T A H

Fall from a different angle...

Thought I'd post some pics again because I am oh so depleted in the creative department...my muse, well, he/she
has been intermittent. Not happy when he/she does that...

With that being said, I've captured more fall photos...at least my camera is functioning!
Yes, I love boots! these are  my Jack Sparrow suedes...;)
I have sooo many pairs of boots...
guess you could say I have a boot fetish...;)

the solitude of Fall

tree huggin

this gorgeous clay leaf was made by my son, Logan, in his first grade art class last year. I love it! he did a great job!

walking Fall

see what happens when I've nothin in the art department!
you lucky people get picks of my beloved boots!
;)