blushing pith,
whines,
tears,
cries………. earthen wells where love dies.
But life
drowning in brine
seas far too kind.
But love
rips………caustic stings by shoreline tides.
cracks,
bleeds,
riven skin,
I’m in.
Salt
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Lover’s Spindle
Yosemite Goes Green
I was very excited stepping up into the green charter bus Saturday at 645am. I greeted those who were all ready seated, claimed my seat two away from an overhead mini movie screen and wondered what the mystery movie for night would be. Physically I was a bit sluggish that morning, having to wake up at 500am, but the anticipation for Mimosas were sure to bubble my mind for another few hours of sleep….
Well, one hour of extra sleep, because when I asked Bee to sit next to me, we snapped photos, giggled on about life and declared ourselves half Sisters. Later, I chatted with Brianne. We had contacted one another earlier, already establishing our group by hobby which oriented around photography. OFCOURSE!
Although it was both Bee and Bri’s 1st trip to Yosemite, it was my 3rd but 1st time as an Adult and 1st trip without camping. While Yosemite National Park offers over 800 miles of hiking trials, the three of us choose to focus within a particular area, The Upper Falls…..I hope you enjoy the unedited photos below. Symbolizing nature in tribute to natural skill over dawdling technical forgery.
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Floral Buds 20th of May
Today marks a very a significant day. A day I will never forget. The visual images of a car accident, the physical dysphoria, both warning signs towards a near death experience; and as we headed into the two lane tunnel in Sicily, where in the dark our wreckage deemed loss, whilst Shaun and I were led to the light with sparred lives and memories lasting a lifetime.
If you haven’t all ready or have just begun to follow my blog, you may want to read the details of our car accident here @ ”I’ll see your c7 broken neck.”
My life still a bud before a blossom.
Into the dark tunnel, both Shaun and I go…..
Life allowed us to live.
Yet darkness returned and we shrouded our past lives in an effort to forget.
Unbearable to mend…..Our introspections began to divide us……
Now a divorce dispirits. When will the pain pardon?
Though we share the world, we must depart within it alone.
…..and as people we will bloom again.
An attending Sicilian Physician at the hospital evaluated my scan and noted a fracture of my c-7. Communication was impossible and I spent most of the night in excruciating pain, not knowing I had broken my neck. When released, two American Military Doctors, an Orthopedic Surgeon, the other, a Spinal Cord Specialist both noted cervical fracture c5-c-7 level with spinal cord injury. IDK. I have left leg nerve paresthesia, left hand pain&weakness, reoccurring cervical and lumbar herniation, anxiety before driving and from time to time roll-over flashbacks remind of the these words, as I watched the experience in slow motion, “I’m going to die.” Why not, “We will survive!”
JENI
All photography by me using Nikon and Auto Adjust Ipad app for color editing.
With a special credit to Shaun Johnson.
