Saturday, February 28, 2015

wanderlust {words by Robert Service}

Photograph taken by the side of the historic Old Stage Road in Jackson County, Oregon, February 28, 2015



Have you ever heard of the Land of Beyond,
   That dream at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
   And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye yoke of galls,
   And ye of the trails overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
   Let’s go to the Land of Beyond!

Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
   And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
   The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
   With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
   Still mocks you the Land of Beyond.

Thank God! there is always the Land of Beyond
   For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
   A fairness that never will fail;
A proud in our soul that mocks at a goal,
   A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
   Behold it, our Land of Beyond!


                           ~ The Land of Beyond, Robert Service 

With gratitude,
Joanna

Friday, February 27, 2015

wonderment {words by Lord Byron}

photograph taken on a personal pilgrimage on the Historic Columbia River Highway February 22, 2015

 
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
  There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
  By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
  I love not man the less, but Nature
more,
From these our interviews, in which I 
steal
  From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet can not all
conceal.

               ~ From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron

With gratitude,
Joanna

Friday, February 13, 2015

first touch {this moment}

{this moment}

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Joining in, this moment ~ A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.
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Thank you SouleMama for the inspiration


With gratitude,
Joanna

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

when you are away


When you are away, there are things you know you miss

There are things you long for, imagining a distant reality, untouchable

There are things you forget about, but their reality remains just as tangible, their existence continues, despite your mind’s lapse

The missed things live on with us, expanding in our minds  

But those forgotten live in their own time, real in their own reality, until we encounter them, again


And our mutual realities meet and become one, again


With gratitude,
Joanna

Saturday, February 7, 2015

connection {this moment}

{this moment}

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Joining in, this moment ~ A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.
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Thank you SouleMama for the inspiration


With gratitude,
Joanna

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

a mountain girl...going home

We shall not cease from exploration and at the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know that place for the first time 
~ t.s. elliot ~




Tomorrow I go home

It will be my first visit in little more than four years and my very first visit with my own family 

I was born in Seattle, but we moved to a small mountain town in Southern Oregon when I was five, and so I consider this place my hometown

I am overwhelmed with anticipation

I have the blessing of more than a month to spend connecting and exploring

I am grateful and excited

I can organize few words beyond these

Adventuring home...


With gratitude,
Joanna