Photo Challenge: Ephemeral


1. Lasting for a very short time.

Show us what ephemeral means to you. It could be a dry leaf floating on an errant breeze, the sleep-floppy smile of your waking three-year-old, or the cake that turned out just right before the hungry hordes descend on it.

One day (on 12/12/14) while returning from a late afternoon walk around the neighborhood I witnessed this majestically beautiful rainbow right over my home <3  I froze in my tracks and could only look up in wonder, completely lost in this beautiful gift of the Present moment.  My heart was instantly filled with ineffable Peace to see such a timely reminder from my Angels that All Is Well. <3

Aum ~ Peace ~ Amen


Why I Combed Out My Dreadlocks & the Pearls of Wisdom They Left Behind, by DivyaLove Lori Wise

Divya's Dreads

That Small, Still Voice, you know the One …
There is that Inner Call or Inner Compass, as I like to call It.  That small, still voice that whispers in my heart’s ear, ‘It’s time.’  It’s the same small, still voice that whispered, ‘Dread’ several years ago.  I knew in my Soul it was time to let them go.

Thinking, thinking …..
Fortunately, my Inner Compass is quite clear.  I rarely have a problem hearing or noticing It.  My old habit of hearing the Call and ignoring It, or ‘thinking about’ the Call for a few days ….. or 3 years …. before I ever take action is swiftly shifting.  This time, I listened and took action fairly immediately.  Taking action is my theme for this year!  :-)

The Discovery …
Upon combing out two (2) dreadlocks around my face, I inspected the brushed out hair with my jewelry loop to get a closer look and discovered the dreaded 4 letter word no dreadhead wants to see …… M – O – L – D!!!    Eeeeeeekkk!! Continue reading

Fingers, A Prose Poem by Divya Love Wise

Writing201, Assignment #7, Prompt:  Fingers.  Form:  Prose Poetry.  Devine:  Assonance.

photo credit: Divya Love Wise, taken in Florence, Italy at the Mercato Centrale


Italian fingers in the know, One (or ten) with the dough.  Separating with precision for your pizza to go.  Wise beyond their digits, they feel, they move, they go with the flow of their long held knowing.  Tasting slow growth perfection in the Mother Dough, even though you go, you know, you’ll be back for more.




Daily Prompt: Snapshot Stories, Willow Glen Planking

For today’s Daily Prompt, open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.

So I went through a brief planking phase a few years ago.  The lucky spot for this plank was the Willow Glen Library in San Jose, California.

Routinely my boyfriend and I ride our bikes by the Willow Glen Library and one day this beautiful stone wall telepathically invited me to plank it.  Of course I obliged, much to the amusement of my boyfriend and he kindly snapped a pic of my successful plank.

Now that I’m thinking about it, my planking phase might have been too brief.  Perhaps I will reignite this fun pastime and leave space in my life for new and interesting planking opportunities. :)

Thanks for visiting my Daily Prompt!

Aum ~ Peace ~ Amen



Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story


For this week’s challenge, we want you to become a documentary photographer and attempt to capture a candid moment of a person, place, or thing. Put your National Geographic hat on and tell a story by documenting a moment in time through a single image. Capture the thrill of a skate park, or the calmness of a café patio. Let your imagination inspire and guide you!


La Jolla SunsetSun sets over Pacific Ocean in La Jolla, California.  Bird celebrates.  Human celebrates.  I celebrate.  Sky and Clouds celebrate with their Royal Dance of Colors across the heavens announcing the nearing departure of Sun.  Ocean sparkles and glistens reflecting the majesty of All.  Day moves into Night.  And All Is Well.

~ Aum ~ Peace ~ Amen