Tuesday, June 29, 2010
"It is said that bridges connect one shore to the other. But it is not only this what they connect. Other bridges connect one heart to the other. These bridges are called "love"."
(Image I took of the Golden Gate Bridge, with a quote from someone I once knew.)
Sometimes we break at the wrong times. It may be from many things--especially pressure; pressure whether anyone would see tomorrow, an exam, family, life, consequences, love, our careers, and minor things. But we are all much stronger than we think.
When someone is hurting, you stop all time and space--make the entire universe pause and step up to the problem with your soul. Reach your hands out. It is a real small world, getting from one place to another is just a matter of hours.
Running for all the wrong reasons, and trying to find your way back is where you may find yourself. It is alright, really, no one is perfect. In fact, I recall something someone once said:
Perfection of the imperfection
"That name matched completely with what I think. I am not perfect at all, as I don't think perfection exists in this world. There can be good things, or adequate or inadequate. But not perfect, as it is impossible to cover all situations, or to not to have things we need to learn.
As I am not perfect, I cannot ask anyone else for perfection.
So, ... here comes that I accept imperfections.
And then comes love:
It is beautiful to love other's "perfections", or nice things. But that's not all. There are these imperfections. Love really comes, when even these imperfections are loved. We all have parts in our personalities, that we don't like so much. That we might like to improve. Quite probably, these are our imperfections. There's nothing more beautiful than the help of another to overcome them with Love.
Lots of love.
And it is here, in this effort for love, where perfection comes, as there is really one perfect thing: love,... perfection of the imperfection. Thanks to our imperfections, we fight more for love, finding it really deep. And finding the meaning of 'forever'."
Indeed, beautiful words.
And you see, there is a heart here, it may be flawed, but the bridge is still intact. It is easy, just walk over to the other side and step in. The door is open and the light is on.
... it is indeed, your light.
Yesterday does not matter. Today is what is important.
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 7:27 PM
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
into the depths of my lover and rake
the curve of his spine in adoration.
And with ardent movement, tongue
pearls against his insides.
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 10:22 AM
(A photograph I shot in New York a few summers ago)
We went to NYC yesterday for a business meeting with the magazine. I had decided to skip the meeting and hung out at the library on 52nd Street and Madison (I think that is the area it is in)and relaxed. Stefan met up with me a bit after that. During this time, it had begun to rain quite heavily. All cabs (as you can understand) were busy, so we decided to walk it to Chelsea Piers. Yikes, it was quite the walk in the rain, and wouldn't it figure...I had on a light pink blouse and black underclothing (I was pressed for time and had my sports coat, so figured it would be OK, since it was not very visible).
Well, being soaked with rain was not something I had counted on! Yes, I walked all those blocks in NYC with a see through blouse. I left my coat, because it was humid, so I had no covering. By the time I was halfway through, I had given up and did not care where I might find Walgreen's, to pick up an umbrella. Stefan just laughed! Gotta love him. ;)
"Eh", I thought, "I never wear revealing outfits out of modesty and my own tastes, so I guess it will not hurt this one time. I will just try not to look into anyone's eyes as I pass them by!" I had wet hair stuck to my face, a soaked blouse, it was humid and I looked like a drowned rat! Nonetheless, I was in NYC! :)
Oh, before all that, I decided to do a study, since so many say New Yorker's are not friendly; I smiled at almost everyone that passed by, to see if the returned the smile. Some did and some looked at me as if I were crazy. All in all, New York folk are very kind people. I love the city!
We did a lot of walking yesterday and enjoyed so many neighborhoods...what a beautiful place to be. And if you ever get a chance, visit Chelsea Piers, Stefan and I go often and really enjoy our time there.
NYC...interesting day, indeed. I wish I had brought my camera, because as I sat there in front of the library, the rain, taxi cabs, and people rushing with (and without) umbrellas, were simply breathtaking. Wide-eyed, I thought of all the ways I might have captured them.
(Sorry for the rushed post--I am multi-tasking!) xo
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 9:44 AM
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
I shot this photograph in Carmel, California. I am still working on it, but wanted to post something with the sea this evening. The sea moves me in a way that nothing else ever could--it is in my blood.
I tend to see everything as a potential photograph--no matter what it is. I hope to bring new life to so many things we seem to take for granted.
I have a lot to write, but will do so in the morning. xoxo
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 7:55 PM