tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18118620934483056772024-02-19T02:37:05.662+00:00Under My Skin - images and wordsby Susannah BecSusannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-79144678298610452212012-01-07T22:25:00.000+00:002012-02-10T10:00:56.138+00:00Watching Them Swim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1_bCyTKvI2xl1zmbfWiLEmuxSDNTxGwz5UBb1cZkoV51eL-dMa4GEJJSaw9zikwUjpjeqB6vNQHGNxXJDYN7cbFUYBMeV05vQMqSqFRTzAj8UM9J9GWxVgWqHZSotYPGUUuhLrtx3ghQ/s1600/submerged.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 20px 20px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1_bCyTKvI2xl1zmbfWiLEmuxSDNTxGwz5UBb1cZkoV51eL-dMa4GEJJSaw9zikwUjpjeqB6vNQHGNxXJDYN7cbFUYBMeV05vQMqSqFRTzAj8UM9J9GWxVgWqHZSotYPGUUuhLrtx3ghQ/s400/submerged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687969812760636818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There. . .<br />just beneath the surface,<br />swims a tiny shoal of fear.<br /><br />I watch them<br />in the clear glass water.<br /><br />They are moving as one,<br />darting this way and that.<br /><br />Sunlight glinting on their agile bodies.<br /><br />It is only when they break the mirror like surface,<br />causing a cascade of spreading ripples,<br /><br />that I can feel them. . .<br /><br />like an ice cold trickle of water<br />down my back bone.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Words and image © Susannah Bec 2011<br /><br /></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-68183125054316376462012-01-06T10:27:00.000+00:002012-01-06T10:09:22.157+00:00A Page Turned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LBu2Ervxjp6q7ylsdzu8iHyDz4swMIHvVUnzzzOuSqpkl73Ep2-sUOP8YF5CarFX8m_r-l8_jtX_C8i45VLR8yEN68ea46i1na_grQknI__yse9scQruDSPVfn-IFMTeEFnp1dDRkaah/s1600/beautiful.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LBu2Ervxjp6q7ylsdzu8iHyDz4swMIHvVUnzzzOuSqpkl73Ep2-sUOP8YF5CarFX8m_r-l8_jtX_C8i45VLR8yEN68ea46i1na_grQknI__yse9scQruDSPVfn-IFMTeEFnp1dDRkaah/s400/beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693351335003920786" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="post-header"> </div><br />The orange day slips back into the purple night,<br />and all is as it was before.<br /><br />But not me.<br /><br />The passing of the hours, the changing hues,<br />have altered something.<br /><br />I have changed.<br /><br />Though all appears to be the same,<br />when viewed from the surface.<br /><br />It is not.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Words and image © Susannah Bec 2011</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-90391170917036105742012-01-06T09:24:00.001+00:002012-01-09T19:32:55.610+00:00One Moment<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMcUziTJpXqlP0JuOgevTRGv3KJDSbnPUmJ3lLBlZJqjU3D1p_cR8aw-hrytsKZpO2Z7omVe7i27N4bpZA5KihsZRw3ddbx2c-mqGKY6tKxaeqEUQsTazGpOZiFq-tXX4AwW_fZI4hGQc/s1600/naturesface.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 20px 20px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMcUziTJpXqlP0JuOgevTRGv3KJDSbnPUmJ3lLBlZJqjU3D1p_cR8aw-hrytsKZpO2Z7omVe7i27N4bpZA5KihsZRw3ddbx2c-mqGKY6tKxaeqEUQsTazGpOZiFq-tXX4AwW_fZI4hGQc/s400/naturesface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689256237207860674" border="0" /></a><br />One moment<br />and all its nuances<br />fell from the long gone hour<br /><br />Like an edge dweller, a maverick<br />a loner screaming at the wind<br /><br />And in its outstretched hand<br />layed the silent moon<br /><br />like a peach - like a pebble - like an untold story<br /><br />It knocked me over with its silent glare<br />with its unspoken prayer, with its modesty<br /><br />And it stung like a nettle - a barb wrought from metal<br /><br />Jagged and potent<br />it burrowed like shrapnel<br />stinging and singing under my skin<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Words and image © Susannah Bec 2011</span><br /></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-14367472544917229742012-01-06T09:15:00.003+00:002016-11-20T09:35:30.097+00:00Tiger Tiger Burning Bright<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD6gExAaxo3LmcHVESvXK8jOUbiadAFKnPEzmVGLYXLBCEzKs9MhkI8X8qfPsS-s2hIPtYF1K2u36W4SvwWq3F7Yss8Ymn9oGn2YzEjZ1HGLQ5VT89ymCTlm29VkvMvHTsZx_ezQlOCKi/s1600/passion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688137064019013522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD6gExAaxo3LmcHVESvXK8jOUbiadAFKnPEzmVGLYXLBCEzKs9MhkI8X8qfPsS-s2hIPtYF1K2u36W4SvwWq3F7Yss8Ymn9oGn2YzEjZ1HGLQ5VT89ymCTlm29VkvMvHTsZx_ezQlOCKi/s400/passion.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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My love was a tiger<br />
it chased you down<br />
and ate you raw<br />
<br />
It consumed you, limb by limb<br />
lingering over your eyes<br />
relishing your beating heart<br />
<br />
You became part of my body<br />
ingested and nutritious<br />
you fed my desire<br />
<br />
Striped and sated, I slept<br />
your sweet life still pulsing<br />
inside my belly . . .<br />
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<span style="color: rgb(153 , 102 , 51); font-size: 85%;">Words and image © Susannah Bec 2011<br /></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-6383394818105239212012-01-05T19:45:00.006+00:002012-01-06T09:12:45.192+00:00Submariner<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFmZqnD7tXL9Y1KofZsTF-vVu4ZDkqLDhZytlET5GpIZr4gp9N1I_1-5p8AciTpaV8kCxBJ_J8pUN4cpebrBGOeGNOtLk1BjEnYTgAK4IFCN9j9mq8JYKbOpy_5_2iDh_iBRhZb_kjLHM/s1600/universe2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFmZqnD7tXL9Y1KofZsTF-vVu4ZDkqLDhZytlET5GpIZr4gp9N1I_1-5p8AciTpaV8kCxBJ_J8pUN4cpebrBGOeGNOtLk1BjEnYTgAK4IFCN9j9mq8JYKbOpy_5_2iDh_iBRhZb_kjLHM/s400/universe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694236864427521970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am a submariner.<br />I explore the depths.<br /><br />I have no choice,<br />I am looking for my freedom.<br /><br />I trawl the ocean bottom<br />and drag my treasures up to the light.<br />Make them conscious.<br /><br />Illuminate the shadows,<br />so that there can be no fear.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Image and Words - Susannah Bec 2011</span></span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFmZqnD7tXL9Y1KofZsTF-vVu4ZDkqLDhZytlET5GpIZr4gp9N1I_1-5p8AciTpaV8kCxBJ_J8pUN4cpebrBGOeGNOtLk1BjEnYTgAK4IFCN9j9mq8JYKbOpy_5_2iDh_iBRhZb_kjLHM/s1600/universe2.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-17341134693474730152012-01-05T19:44:00.001+00:002012-01-06T12:49:52.392+00:00Circles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NufpXrihSmgT1SMY1cBgxbopqAGSLkquoY9PJFcAX4yydTh10qlEsR_YKVsbxKyz-CsuAhh40BCBaLqsiPiwBLEiP7Fo7pSqD4lVTkuSToKoHm56CAZh-13sqjLemoF-aczMALbovyHx/s1600/house.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NufpXrihSmgT1SMY1cBgxbopqAGSLkquoY9PJFcAX4yydTh10qlEsR_YKVsbxKyz-CsuAhh40BCBaLqsiPiwBLEiP7Fo7pSqD4lVTkuSToKoHm56CAZh-13sqjLemoF-aczMALbovyHx/s400/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694236279734788370" border="0" /></a><br />Back here again - same spot different day<br /><br />no breeze this time and the sunshine has gone.<br /><br />It is quieter, stiller, more subdued somehow.<br /><br />Why is it, that whatever road I take,<br /><br />it always leads me right back here.<br /><br />So little done, so much to do.<br /><br />I think that I may just be<br /><br />walking in circles<br /><br />a g a i n.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NufpXrihSmgT1SMY1cBgxbopqAGSLkquoY9PJFcAX4yydTh10qlEsR_YKVsbxKyz-CsuAhh40BCBaLqsiPiwBLEiP7Fo7pSqD4lVTkuSToKoHm56CAZh-13sqjLemoF-aczMALbovyHx/s1600/house.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-40058558593195457022012-01-05T19:42:00.004+00:002012-01-05T20:51:45.620+00:00Spring is here again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboPLfVQAKbNzcZCX0vGlLkQ2ATJz_gMgu7RmLamP6tBwFGTOFCg0RMCzvpyV-dB5reCBW-qlprSjLBvVdbMw5whFRQt87MFXzxkJa-Hu8iZ7DtiSYuFJcO08XwAVv3CjReiHaRUaSloKr/s1600/flowervivid.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboPLfVQAKbNzcZCX0vGlLkQ2ATJz_gMgu7RmLamP6tBwFGTOFCg0RMCzvpyV-dB5reCBW-qlprSjLBvVdbMw5whFRQt87MFXzxkJa-Hu8iZ7DtiSYuFJcO08XwAVv3CjReiHaRUaSloKr/s400/flowervivid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694235858986716898" border="0" /></a><br />I walk in dappled shade,<br />bird song, my breath, a gentle breeze.<br /><br />Leaf green and luscious, new life springs.<br />Wings swoop and swirl in playground sky<br /><br />Veins flood with movement, joy at life<br />in its unfolding and perfect pleasure.<br /><br />Singing flowers, a serenade in yellow.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Daffodils</span> salute, sun light paints pavements<br />and pale winter skin.<br /><br />I rejoice in the great wheel turning.<br />Spring is here again.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboPLfVQAKbNzcZCX0vGlLkQ2ATJz_gMgu7RmLamP6tBwFGTOFCg0RMCzvpyV-dB5reCBW-qlprSjLBvVdbMw5whFRQt87MFXzxkJa-Hu8iZ7DtiSYuFJcO08XwAVv3CjReiHaRUaSloKr/s1600/flowervivid.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-46857473382876132282012-01-05T19:38:00.002+00:002012-01-06T09:54:43.977+00:00Too Long In The Dark<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVi1faUL_RA5wRrxergeM4Om_imBHi8tW6ASzk_-8yj6S94rSzbIJAPnTorCp2auMeoiKQTnOtXlQGa3-q6aldiTN2-4Y270p9fx0_eIB8YThq8Bt728bjf70GvIW_hFweRwsgM3SUxFz/s1600/golden.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVi1faUL_RA5wRrxergeM4Om_imBHi8tW6ASzk_-8yj6S94rSzbIJAPnTorCp2auMeoiKQTnOtXlQGa3-q6aldiTN2-4Y270p9fx0_eIB8YThq8Bt728bjf70GvIW_hFweRwsgM3SUxFz/s400/golden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694234714554868962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Drench me with your summer love,<br />for I am not immune<br />to darkness.<br /><br />Smother me, until I radiate light<br />and pulse with all I have<br />left unspoken. . .<br /><br />for I have been alone here,<br />and you are sunlight<br />knocking<br />at my<br />door.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Image and Words - Susannah Bec</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVi1faUL_RA5wRrxergeM4Om_imBHi8tW6ASzk_-8yj6S94rSzbIJAPnTorCp2auMeoiKQTnOtXlQGa3-q6aldiTN2-4Y270p9fx0_eIB8YThq8Bt728bjf70GvIW_hFweRwsgM3SUxFz/s1600/golden.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-40847844220317049042012-01-05T19:36:00.004+00:002012-01-05T20:30:10.450+00:00Becoming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybo94-EyLh04P3FhgFFY4U_4AIgxNAEzDmBa2OcIH3szqtP464wBXlcR0RL6-iuKYUiV_hUeqAkMRcZfUxhPZE4o0OPl-8AyZSM8v8YPts1pvF2UcWMhlsVfOOJ2wO1JBYlUwHNclC-bO/s1600/emergence.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybo94-EyLh04P3FhgFFY4U_4AIgxNAEzDmBa2OcIH3szqtP464wBXlcR0RL6-iuKYUiV_hUeqAkMRcZfUxhPZE4o0OPl-8AyZSM8v8YPts1pvF2UcWMhlsVfOOJ2wO1JBYlUwHNclC-bO/s400/emergence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694234410634134162" border="0" /></a><br />From deep within, I am emerging.<br />Goddess white, and brilliant.<br />The flame, becomes a fire.<br />I am incandescent.<br /><br /><br />I have bathed in turquoise waters.<br />Dross has turned to gold.<br />Sunlight, fills my being.<br />I am radiant.<br /><br /><br />The skin of my youth, now shed.<br />I recognise my shadow.<br />Dark corners, banished by light.<br />I am reborn.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Image and words © Susannah Bec </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybo94-EyLh04P3FhgFFY4U_4AIgxNAEzDmBa2OcIH3szqtP464wBXlcR0RL6-iuKYUiV_hUeqAkMRcZfUxhPZE4o0OPl-8AyZSM8v8YPts1pvF2UcWMhlsVfOOJ2wO1JBYlUwHNclC-bO/s1600/emergence.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-18788841742472927462012-01-05T19:35:00.001+00:002012-01-06T09:48:47.827+00:00Do you Remember<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqizenqUqtkGNnaNlqaZE_srlnCc499foCmvq21oIfa-GiRGTvj3DeSsk4Ct3RYEqFwt-ap7UVHhR1w1BKgX_SagI2SaC_Sp_3qKyEYCc40c15ofMS5nhKnde4M6beAWYD6X612xOjM5K/s1600/themoment.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqizenqUqtkGNnaNlqaZE_srlnCc499foCmvq21oIfa-GiRGTvj3DeSsk4Ct3RYEqFwt-ap7UVHhR1w1BKgX_SagI2SaC_Sp_3qKyEYCc40c15ofMS5nhKnde4M6beAWYD6X612xOjM5K/s400/themoment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694234075977849826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Do you remember...<br /><br />that yellow headed summer<br /><br />when we drank time like coffee.<br /><br />Wired and reckless, we abandoned<br /><br />what was known, for what was not.<br /><br />We peeled back layers and tore down veils.<br /><br />Hidden in plain sight. . . we were illuminated.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />image and words - susannah bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqizenqUqtkGNnaNlqaZE_srlnCc499foCmvq21oIfa-GiRGTvj3DeSsk4Ct3RYEqFwt-ap7UVHhR1w1BKgX_SagI2SaC_Sp_3qKyEYCc40c15ofMS5nhKnde4M6beAWYD6X612xOjM5K/s1600/themoment.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-58901545996350414472012-01-05T19:31:00.001+00:002012-01-06T18:58:12.928+00:00Love All . . .The shaft of light was no accident.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2_hAfM2UMMaiGQcxbg1g66vij7HBjfADe5rnB8WdHw-MlARvLlMSDO8lURvtMTBV981vXcGtUYm9gxFl6cPA_9B3rN4cs_unvsE95OKUiuq3IA-Qq1CF1w6r7ELKChYZYpZ-EUYW_6cb/s1600/torch.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2_hAfM2UMMaiGQcxbg1g66vij7HBjfADe5rnB8WdHw-MlARvLlMSDO8lURvtMTBV981vXcGtUYm9gxFl6cPA_9B3rN4cs_unvsE95OKUiuq3IA-Qq1CF1w6r7ELKChYZYpZ-EUYW_6cb/s400/torch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694233062510339186" border="0" /></a><br />The shimmering halo<br />it cast around your<br />beautiful head,<br />was fitting.<br /><br />We would chat.<br />Volleys of tumbling words,<br />batted carefully back and forth<br />over the cumbersome net<br />of our politeness.<br /><br />Occasionally the motion slowed.<br />We would shift uncomfortably<br />in our seats, eyes averted.<br />And you would look outside,<br />at the faceless passers-by.<br /><br />Watch them,<br />strolling from shop to shop.<br />Arms full of their baggage,<br />that was always so much<br />smaller than ours.<br /><br />A strange silence<br />would descend over us,<br />like a great blanket woven<br />with longing, and all that we<br />couldn't, shouldn't, say.<br /><br />Then I would jostle my papers,<br />move my chair, clutch at straws.<br />Until, like a great white bird<br />taking flight in a black sky,<br />your gaze would return to me.<br /><br />And the dangerous dance<br />we were participating in,<br />would continue. While we<br />pretended that it really<br />didn't mean a thing.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2_hAfM2UMMaiGQcxbg1g66vij7HBjfADe5rnB8WdHw-MlARvLlMSDO8lURvtMTBV981vXcGtUYm9gxFl6cPA_9B3rN4cs_unvsE95OKUiuq3IA-Qq1CF1w6r7ELKChYZYpZ-EUYW_6cb/s1600/torch.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-51770235827215997002012-01-05T19:30:00.007+00:002012-01-06T09:40:20.284+00:00Good Reflexes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRAeIndkR1geUzIb-GWmT1SqplS3AMlZawFeuD-5l2cn4rZ5jORag9X5yMx4qpnKLO6sW5OrzqNX8JhK6q3jTJ9Ef6dqRN32Eka1-BxdRBBXF_8rqlb_uPWfIoL3sJ4QbDszsSXBRdONU/s1600/torsoandheart.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRAeIndkR1geUzIb-GWmT1SqplS3AMlZawFeuD-5l2cn4rZ5jORag9X5yMx4qpnKLO6sW5OrzqNX8JhK6q3jTJ9Ef6dqRN32Eka1-BxdRBBXF_8rqlb_uPWfIoL3sJ4QbDszsSXBRdONU/s400/torsoandheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694232872906843874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was jagged you know,<br />that tiny rock you gave me.<br /><br />It ripped a hole in the corner of my pocket.<br />And when I held it in my palm,<br />turning it over and over, to look for colour<br />in amongst the grey. It cut me.<br /><br />A single gash, right across my heart line.<br /><br />On reflex, I dropped it<br />into the quicksand at my feet.<br />And watched as it sank, quickly,<br />and without a trace.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - susannah bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRAeIndkR1geUzIb-GWmT1SqplS3AMlZawFeuD-5l2cn4rZ5jORag9X5yMx4qpnKLO6sW5OrzqNX8JhK6q3jTJ9Ef6dqRN32Eka1-BxdRBBXF_8rqlb_uPWfIoL3sJ4QbDszsSXBRdONU/s1600/torsoandheart.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-55708143163037710212012-01-04T11:19:00.004+00:002012-01-04T11:33:02.505+00:00A Hole in My Persona<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8m8T9zfY6GuL6ewi95VI9pqnqzIPWrMQuFptq_hjizKS9Re4NsPB1H6WB44P1XqjiuvN8gDD1CH7Uox5ftenhohF_bDvrJSJZx2ju-ykgtXmCaSGV1wF-_bWTTfCTyZ8DW4XrqpKiFd6/s1600/gladtobealive_2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8m8T9zfY6GuL6ewi95VI9pqnqzIPWrMQuFptq_hjizKS9Re4NsPB1H6WB44P1XqjiuvN8gDD1CH7Uox5ftenhohF_bDvrJSJZx2ju-ykgtXmCaSGV1wF-_bWTTfCTyZ8DW4XrqpKiFd6/s400/gladtobealive_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693738062593352738" border="0" /></a><br />You poked a hole in my persona.<br />Fragile and brittle it disintegrated<br /><div style="text-align: left;">into your careless hands and fell<br />in tattered threads to the floor.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">You swept up the little tiny pieces<br />with your big hard bristled brush.<br /></div>Collecting each and every fragment<br />that had hidden my true identity.<br /></div><br />I stood there, vulnerable and exposed.<br />I was shining, bare faced and naked.<br />With no mask to shield you from my light,<br />you covered your eyes and looked away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Image and Words - </span><span style=" color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Susannah Bec 2011</span><br /><br /></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-30756441764847151412012-01-04T10:47:00.004+00:002012-01-04T11:19:12.647+00:00Shall We<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjery5yqnD6thyqQhA7O2TLiWGSH9cEWJfxtuGo8uualsNHFM1eR7YtR1Ozk1Y0C-67MROIG-SVxPJgU9abmOBlXbJttJ08US93rhqCLSIu1ABcAmkO1F3_h6Zk2gh72RSQizg7KBCZbht2/s1600/lovefrequency.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjery5yqnD6thyqQhA7O2TLiWGSH9cEWJfxtuGo8uualsNHFM1eR7YtR1Ozk1Y0C-67MROIG-SVxPJgU9abmOBlXbJttJ08US93rhqCLSIu1ABcAmkO1F3_h6Zk2gh72RSQizg7KBCZbht2/s400/lovefrequency.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693733360021899778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Shall we sing a different song this time?<br />One that makes the leaves quiver like<br />a gentle breeze is passing by.<br /><br />Shall we take a different route this time?<br />One that leads through wooded valleys<br />and meanders beside a tiny stream.<br /><br />Shall we try to understand this time?<br />That we are two separate people<br />who are walking the same road.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Images and Words - Susannah Bec 2011</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" class="status-body" ></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-24350916681946346212012-01-03T10:37:00.002+00:002012-01-03T10:40:18.600+00:00Found<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsEmpRHfbebxnUS79tR1NZuuAoBfnhepq6Suqlol7sGstcekd0_YYArnxby13o4Bi0WHYLaQv7o17It3cDXaYZePiVnIWIHXO81dTWVq6yE6VICnhdQnuqxhI9y0xcJdIxsGi29_RGaUZ/s1600/start.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsEmpRHfbebxnUS79tR1NZuuAoBfnhepq6Suqlol7sGstcekd0_YYArnxby13o4Bi0WHYLaQv7o17It3cDXaYZePiVnIWIHXO81dTWVq6yE6VICnhdQnuqxhI9y0xcJdIxsGi29_RGaUZ/s400/start.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693353598522633970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was just laying there<br />down amongst the grass<br />and the unblown dandelions.<br /><br />Just the smallest glint of light,<br />catching hold of the sunshine and<br />reflecting it up into my downcast eyes.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />If the sun<br />really wants to find you,<br />it will find a way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Words and image © Susannah Bec 2011</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-37333367893186922372012-01-02T10:37:00.000+00:002012-01-10T09:03:23.467+00:00I will not speak of winter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdD0eVZRmggjdotDYD7MFN1jVYIoGzdKC9xvbFCw4QpuDjrps3HLDorjwgzUybfkUR3dYfWI3YeG7rYnnMgY0JgE6_lyCTbWrb7ZxXLUDHiDlqvcKKF9rycyxkiYsYI3Jh5qYC5PNeG_G/s1600/217.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdD0eVZRmggjdotDYD7MFN1jVYIoGzdKC9xvbFCw4QpuDjrps3HLDorjwgzUybfkUR3dYfWI3YeG7rYnnMgY0JgE6_lyCTbWrb7ZxXLUDHiDlqvcKKF9rycyxkiYsYI3Jh5qYC5PNeG_G/s400/217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694466352028788610" border="0" /></a><br />I will not speak of winter this year<br />for it will come silver footed<br />and bare knuckled<br />without any mention<br />of its name<br /><br />And it will use its tricks<br />to make visible<br />my breath<br />my veins<br />and the red<br />that hides<br />beneath the surface<br />of my December<br />skin<br /><br />And it will be silent<br />that edgy pen<br />that traces feathers<br />on cold glass<br />an artisan<br />working in<br />beauty<br />and in<br />ice<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdD0eVZRmggjdotDYD7MFN1jVYIoGzdKC9xvbFCw4QpuDjrps3HLDorjwgzUybfkUR3dYfWI3YeG7rYnnMgY0JgE6_lyCTbWrb7ZxXLUDHiDlqvcKKF9rycyxkiYsYI3Jh5qYC5PNeG_G/s1600/217.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-1077691904362497162011-12-16T10:16:00.003+00:002012-01-09T18:46:55.346+00:00Trust<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHlQPwR2eKwcLJQrbdRw0JDGK-KQBOGOyE8iVdZr_7CuwQqMawYQiVHtxn_bJUw8FkqlhxCgcA5lTuVIIISHDcuVZZfueE962LIXacYAC8rx0nO_P1SwWld7ZgZlOFzryHr3n3n5oJIfG/s1600/fromthesun.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHlQPwR2eKwcLJQrbdRw0JDGK-KQBOGOyE8iVdZr_7CuwQqMawYQiVHtxn_bJUw8FkqlhxCgcA5lTuVIIISHDcuVZZfueE962LIXacYAC8rx0nO_P1SwWld7ZgZlOFzryHr3n3n5oJIfG/s400/fromthesun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694461151484535490" border="0" /></a><br />Navigate the darkness.<br /><br />Edge your way forward<br /><br />one sure foot in front of the other.<br /><br />Eyes closed you trust your inner light.<br /><br />Immersed in feelings, you have no need of sight.<br /><br />Your inner navigation knows the route.<br /><br />Intuition the compass of the soul.<br /><br />Feel the direction, the magnetic pull<br /><br />on your primal instincts.<br /><br />Trust the path.<br /><br />Trust your gut.<br /><br />Trust your self.<br /><br />Keep walking.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHlQPwR2eKwcLJQrbdRw0JDGK-KQBOGOyE8iVdZr_7CuwQqMawYQiVHtxn_bJUw8FkqlhxCgcA5lTuVIIISHDcuVZZfueE962LIXacYAC8rx0nO_P1SwWld7ZgZlOFzryHr3n3n5oJIfG/s1600/fromthesun.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-24914164378164362342011-12-16T10:14:00.002+00:002012-01-06T12:44:01.938+00:00Them<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqBjC9tdD9rhQutL5fmQCA_xs5m_jFSlEU4gV73Rdvb33oDJ6t-eJkeebM3Lxusr8Xn2GctEsMzwk1l3N-hzkOJ-kpEtTb2V9L48qFUBWXC4fITu-H8lmjN3w8nG85-YU0nd-GqEj4dwz/s1600/perfecttiming.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqBjC9tdD9rhQutL5fmQCA_xs5m_jFSlEU4gV73Rdvb33oDJ6t-eJkeebM3Lxusr8Xn2GctEsMzwk1l3N-hzkOJ-kpEtTb2V9L48qFUBWXC4fITu-H8lmjN3w8nG85-YU0nd-GqEj4dwz/s400/perfecttiming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694460625304986946" border="0" /></a></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" ></span></div><br />She was<br />luminous, lit up.<br />She bent like a willow<br />so that she wouldn't break.<br />Touching the ground<br />with green fingers.<br />She was reaching<br />down into the<br />earth.<br /><br />He<br />studied<br />the negative.<br />Stroking the surface,<br />polishing the reflections,<br />and making them<br />shine.<br /><br />Between them<br />the electrons flowed,<br />completing a circuit.<br />So much electricity,<br />you could feel it<br />crackling<br />in the<br />air.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-38901233226307919172011-12-16T10:13:00.001+00:002012-01-06T11:47:49.116+00:00The Perfect Moment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVl3e2j5d-4IHeyrO6G89M3TZaPdIGhYhExNVMVo6PuYzlE7FqKcknj1mPx6r6_2qflwoRdpZs5kBDaWuekkAOjhdGgJIWwiBOQQ6BBPtN1imjCVZaf8PuBTwrXOwD1X0XK4SEaxIZ5MOd/s1600/anopening.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVl3e2j5d-4IHeyrO6G89M3TZaPdIGhYhExNVMVo6PuYzlE7FqKcknj1mPx6r6_2qflwoRdpZs5kBDaWuekkAOjhdGgJIWwiBOQQ6BBPtN1imjCVZaf8PuBTwrXOwD1X0XK4SEaxIZ5MOd/s400/anopening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694460326812199618" border="0" /></a><br />Every moment - a perfect moment<br /><br />every second full of potential<br /><br />every thought a building block<br /><br />a stepping off point into the endless now<br /><br />it is forever now, despite the illusions<br /><br />of expectation and memory<br /><br />of a before and an after<br /><br />it is now<br /><br />it is always now<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVl3e2j5d-4IHeyrO6G89M3TZaPdIGhYhExNVMVo6PuYzlE7FqKcknj1mPx6r6_2qflwoRdpZs5kBDaWuekkAOjhdGgJIWwiBOQQ6BBPtN1imjCVZaf8PuBTwrXOwD1X0XK4SEaxIZ5MOd/s1600/anopening.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-83019510573423234342011-12-16T10:06:00.002+00:002012-01-09T18:51:40.674+00:00All at Sea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdOdca84NA3Rl5-n1Z48pqSHRczS7CBVF_lER9p0eJrVNvST1PY4SQUP4eeXatwW91dc7ulQPvPvj7uNyedShNl_lvYpIzUYOqaUYRrTDU-9cAvSWmaBCtej5peNkAgm83MA4VPVTaxbI/s1600/reflections.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdOdca84NA3Rl5-n1Z48pqSHRczS7CBVF_lER9p0eJrVNvST1PY4SQUP4eeXatwW91dc7ulQPvPvj7uNyedShNl_lvYpIzUYOqaUYRrTDU-9cAvSWmaBCtej5peNkAgm83MA4VPVTaxbI/s400/reflections.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694458519356082050" border="0" /></a><br />My internal boat has been rocked.<br />It rolls unsteady on unseen waves<br />as tempestuous feelings<br />churn up that black ocean. <br /><br />Salt water, deep and choppy,<br />and my fragile boat feels like paper,<br />as it is tossed and buffeted<br />like flotsam in the swell.<br /><br />Acutely aware that I have no life<br />jacket, I cling on to this fragile vessel.<br />Never built for storms such as these,<br />it crumbles and splinters in my hands.<br /><br />I lay low in the hull, sea blind<br />eyes closed, howling with the wind, surfing<br />the surges and as the storm rages on,<br />I drop anchor and I wait.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdOdca84NA3Rl5-n1Z48pqSHRczS7CBVF_lER9p0eJrVNvST1PY4SQUP4eeXatwW91dc7ulQPvPvj7uNyedShNl_lvYpIzUYOqaUYRrTDU-9cAvSWmaBCtej5peNkAgm83MA4VPVTaxbI/s1600/reflections.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-32765230495420487552011-12-16T10:05:00.002+00:002012-01-09T18:53:35.545+00:00ExposedI pace the perimeter.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_Irji-1rbyNrE-APS367dsz9O5cgqEKruOFa4TzfN-sTTiAsSHy8Rhy-IYHY8fIrx_8wD0OF9DNm0Y7E35M8XIVB749t3HBA3KZasG6vhLMnmT2XdPL-BHKxyhyAT7L_gXh2FRim9EU7/s1600/binos.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_Irji-1rbyNrE-APS367dsz9O5cgqEKruOFa4TzfN-sTTiAsSHy8Rhy-IYHY8fIrx_8wD0OF9DNm0Y7E35M8XIVB749t3HBA3KZasG6vhLMnmT2XdPL-BHKxyhyAT7L_gXh2FRim9EU7/s400/binos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694458263691339698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>With measured steps,<br />my stride is fast, my gait even.<br /><br />I do not falter.<br /><br />Even when you throw lines<br />laced with your charm.<br /><br />Designed to trip me.<br /><br />To halt my progress,<br />force me back to the centre.<br /><br />So you can see my eyes.<br /><br />In this glass house,<br />I long for walls.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_Irji-1rbyNrE-APS367dsz9O5cgqEKruOFa4TzfN-sTTiAsSHy8Rhy-IYHY8fIrx_8wD0OF9DNm0Y7E35M8XIVB749t3HBA3KZasG6vhLMnmT2XdPL-BHKxyhyAT7L_gXh2FRim9EU7/s1600/binos.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-24422590360330195692011-12-16T10:04:00.001+00:002012-01-06T12:34:24.142+00:00There is Stillness<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrHwyslH1CPT-HO_sX-Pf5uvngQEvLWoPUAzccfLzL-Xt19ert8MdSx2xdcoH7JJk7xyBIyYQLdIWyJlKHfXhR5OW1Io0LVSQpylaRKuEQftR6hdXGKLJfp9yv_rCZfaqjeVbGr5ppXOm/s1600/greenring.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrHwyslH1CPT-HO_sX-Pf5uvngQEvLWoPUAzccfLzL-Xt19ert8MdSx2xdcoH7JJk7xyBIyYQLdIWyJlKHfXhR5OW1Io0LVSQpylaRKuEQftR6hdXGKLJfp9yv_rCZfaqjeVbGr5ppXOm/s400/greenring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694458021762381730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">There is stillness on the banks</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ..... . ..... . .</span>of the flat shallow lake</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ..... . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">beneath the towering branches</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ..... . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">under the wide open skies</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . .</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">with the sun beating down</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and the gentle rain falling</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and the birds singing</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">he sits and whistles</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and he watches</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ..... . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and he waits</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and the watching sky is full of silk</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and the spinning threads reach down</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ..... . </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and wind him round, binding him</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ...</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">weaving him into the tapestry</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . . . ..... . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">in readiness for the cocoon</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">. . . . </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">that will give him back</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">when the day is done</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrHwyslH1CPT-HO_sX-Pf5uvngQEvLWoPUAzccfLzL-Xt19ert8MdSx2xdcoH7JJk7xyBIyYQLdIWyJlKHfXhR5OW1Io0LVSQpylaRKuEQftR6hdXGKLJfp9yv_rCZfaqjeVbGr5ppXOm/s1600/greenring.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-77718188215363023702011-12-16T10:03:00.001+00:002012-01-06T11:57:37.176+00:00A Note to My Soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5XUNsz90l1gvW9uTXfsX8CWbFzCGdIlPN5cVxTQjUDlJrx-Kb86ljg5lVo9PICop5cl0uWGD9UaFnfiV4F9fzBaxB_vgVzEtj_kjEjnd8Un9SYE3SRnkyDQ0ikQHZ97IFgEuvLp6oPmu/s1600/radiance.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5XUNsz90l1gvW9uTXfsX8CWbFzCGdIlPN5cVxTQjUDlJrx-Kb86ljg5lVo9PICop5cl0uWGD9UaFnfiV4F9fzBaxB_vgVzEtj_kjEjnd8Un9SYE3SRnkyDQ0ikQHZ97IFgEuvLp6oPmu/s400/radiance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694457771007221474" border="0" /></a><br />Shine from me and fill my world with light.<br />Let love, compassion and all good things<br />radiate outward from my core.<br /><br />Let me seek evolution whilst trusting<br />the goodness of universal love.<br /><br />Let my life be a mirror,<br />to the beauty of all that is.<br /><br />Let me transform, and purify, and make whole.<br /><br />Let me be aware<br />Right here...Right now.<br /><br />Let me align with my highest vision<br />and join hands with my very soul.<br /><br />Let me live with love<br />...and the deepest of understanding.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Image and words - Susannah Bec</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5XUNsz90l1gvW9uTXfsX8CWbFzCGdIlPN5cVxTQjUDlJrx-Kb86ljg5lVo9PICop5cl0uWGD9UaFnfiV4F9fzBaxB_vgVzEtj_kjEjnd8Un9SYE3SRnkyDQ0ikQHZ97IFgEuvLp6oPmu/s1600/radiance.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-16104931088287619002011-12-16T10:00:00.012+00:002012-01-13T10:23:01.680+00:00To Feel The StormThe wind whipped her hair, wrapping it around her face,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTN7KEG4zX4fGIm695fbPkNWsPXZXv8D9P50PNyQKdCORtlhwSBmVBvbup1jVpJaupGadiBw9FPI-ODNlhRJ5mjfv2uQIcEkqS4d2EAhxuC0bwcou-Qs3JtzRncvc487n2RZoZLienJqZY/s1600/litup.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTN7KEG4zX4fGIm695fbPkNWsPXZXv8D9P50PNyQKdCORtlhwSBmVBvbup1jVpJaupGadiBw9FPI-ODNlhRJ5mjfv2uQIcEkqS4d2EAhxuC0bwcou-Qs3JtzRncvc487n2RZoZLienJqZY/s400/litup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694457473913596642" border="0" /></a><br />she reached up, and pushed it back behind her ears.<br />She was too close to the edge, she knew it, but didn't care.<br />It was exhilarating, to feel the spray from the crashing waves.<br />To feel the storm building.<br />She squinted her eyes against the rushing wind.<br />Licking her lips, tasting the salt.<br />Tasting the ocean.<br />Towering clouds raced across the bruised sky,<br />grey and purple, like a vast mountain range.<br />Her heart was racing.<br />Low rumbles of thunder moved closer,<br />the air crackled with electricity.<br />The silver black ocean hurled itself at the shore,<br />crashing over the slippery rocks.<br />She was soaked to the skin.<br />Wet strands of hair wound around her neck,<br />her eyes stinging, and streaming with tears.<br />Streaks of lightning turned the sky into a lightbox,<br />and the waves roared, the thunder crashed and she<br />could no longer hear herself think.<br />She screamed into the sound, joining it, adding her energy.<br />And she was the waves crashing and the arcing lights in the electric sky.<br />She felt the thunder like a force within, and the wind just kept on howling.<br />She fell to her knees,<br />clinging on to the slippery black slate.<br />She was spent,<br />charged,<br />ALIVE.<br />One thought repeating,<br />over and over, in her ocean filled mind.<br />If only I could stay here<br />forever. . .<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Image and words - Susannah Be</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTN7KEG4zX4fGIm695fbPkNWsPXZXv8D9P50PNyQKdCORtlhwSBmVBvbup1jVpJaupGadiBw9FPI-ODNlhRJ5mjfv2uQIcEkqS4d2EAhxuC0bwcou-Qs3JtzRncvc487n2RZoZLienJqZY/s1600/litup.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811862093448305677.post-91945089266099290452011-12-16T09:58:00.002+00:002012-01-09T18:58:56.662+00:00When Love Arrives<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOzU79qJPRHDCefijhg-kcNRY_sf-xVxkIaisQZN90ylr-NXIiavfCc7MTpY1VWVGp8-xXYHlKDKm-zbY4xrlG7vvWz3qci1qDGDaTqg1SUU1bAm_Qnn5PfUDKsqXzVtH0QhDAPQHGLO_/s1600/brightsun.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOzU79qJPRHDCefijhg-kcNRY_sf-xVxkIaisQZN90ylr-NXIiavfCc7MTpY1VWVGp8-xXYHlKDKm-zbY4xrlG7vvWz3qci1qDGDaTqg1SUU1bAm_Qnn5PfUDKsqXzVtH0QhDAPQHGLO_/s400/brightsun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694456317209583762" border="0" /></a><br />What an enigma,<br />this weightless joy.<br /><br />These rare and rapid pulsations,<br />that spasm and sparkle like glass.<br /><br />It is as though some part of me,<br />long imprisoned, has been released.<br /><br />I have been made spacious by this feeling.<br />The elements have fallen in the perfect order.<br /><br />And I, as if in the grip of some strange magic,<br />am racing, tumbling, laughing and breathless.<br /><br />Through the bleak, windblown city streets,<br />headlong into your strong and gentle arms.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Image and words - Susannah Bec</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOzU79qJPRHDCefijhg-kcNRY_sf-xVxkIaisQZN90ylr-NXIiavfCc7MTpY1VWVGp8-xXYHlKDKm-zbY4xrlG7vvWz3qci1qDGDaTqg1SUU1bAm_Qnn5PfUDKsqXzVtH0QhDAPQHGLO_/s1600/brightsun.jpg"></a>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581993763700327953noreply@blogger.com0