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the bath

as the tips of my toes

touch the warm salty water,

all the tension seems to slip away ~


the twitches


twinges to pause ~

creating a moment in which to fade.


i can feel myself floating along a current

of a gentle meandering stream ~ ~ ~

under a canopy of willows,

sounds of crickets chirping


an occasional bumbling bee.


there is a feeling of calm

which only water can provide,

as it envelopes the senses with care ~


thrusting open the door,


breaking the chains –

allowing an escape from pain’s mighty lair.

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Ray Lake Forest Preserve in Mundelein, IL


August 25, 2014 at 2:00 pm 15 comments

the tango



reserved yet striking

punctuated with passion

a smoldering grace




June 3, 2014 at 2:41 pm 5 comments


pictures so perfect

desirable in all ways

dreams fulfilled by youth

nothing less is accepted

a never-ending nightmare


June 1, 2014 at 10:55 pm 1 comment

a pas de deux

The tears of a rhapsody

glide slowly along the strings of a violin


He stands…

a single vision

under a dimly lit spot light

He waits…

for an essence of grace

to float by and awaken his spirit

He feels…

the melody

breathing life into his limbs

He hears…

the whisper of satin pointes wafting

from behind

He sees…

gossamer fingers embrace his hand


She leads…

him forth into a world which transcends reality.


April 30, 2014 at 3:25 pm 16 comments

Weekly Pet Challenge – Iron Pee gearing up…


It is never too early to begin one’s training…


iron pee

mommy’s prized hat



SO mommy says…

photo 1-5

beauty rest comes
Iron Pee training

Doesn’t mommy know there is still snow outside?


Please join Sydnee Pee on her weekly training adventure


March 4, 2014 at 12:27 pm 14 comments

a dancer’s inspiration

wafting through the air

chaotic rhythms about

Isadora smiles

Martha and Alvin admire

the final dance of autumn

Pioneers of Modern Dance

Isadora Duncan – 1877 to 1927

Martha Graham – 1894 to 1991

Alvin Ailey – 1931 to 1989

November 14, 2013 at 2:33 pm 4 comments

soccer season

a year older

a bit taller

new team

new faces

new uniform

new coach

new field

new goals

new excitement in the air

a new season has begun…

photo 3

second game of the season
not the greatest picture – there will be more to come:)

Oh – by the way – they won.  2-0!

August 30, 2013 at 7:01 pm 6 comments

the looking glass

truth or distortion?

what is it you see?

is it a contrived perception


the person you believe yourself to be?

a mirror can be a friend –

revealing beauty

inside or out.

it can also be a fraud –

killing life’s dreams


fueling one’s doubts.

there is always too much –

never any less.

nothing ever seems right,

though we desperately try our best.

the eyes only see

what they alone can see


the mind stands behind

to confirm what it all means.

some people find contentment –

they are happy just to be


there are those

who struggle daily



what they see.

August 29, 2013 at 4:46 pm 4 comments

you and the water

up early before the sun rises

standing over the body of water,


tension running thru her body, soon to be erased

tension running thru her body, soon to be power

as she enters the body of energy

feeling one with mind, body & soul

all cares are forgotten, troubles are gone

reborn in the maker’s fountain

held once again.

Ironman Wisconsin 2006

Ironman Wisconsin 2006

April 3, 2013 at 1:39 am 9 comments

punch + kick = ahhhhhh…..

The scent of sweat and leather
filters through the room
the rhythm of thunderous music –
resonates in my ears……….
With hands wrapped tight,
and gloves secure,
I find myself
standing –
in front of my
Or is it my friend?
I do not know for certain
will soon find out
for sure.
I’ve stretched out a bit,
gulped down some water
with all of the others………
The warm up is very basic;
to get the blood flowing –
fifteen minutes of
push ups
When the bouncing has commenced
it’s time to get serious –
in front of the bag
we stand –
hands up,
face blocked,
on the hop……………….
There is nothing more
than throwing a punch –
into a bag
of sand 
weighing 75 lbs –
covered in black leather
from a chain.
The impact begins when the glove
hits the bag –
the fist
the arm,
the shoulder,
and neck –
until the whole body is
heart racing
faster than  fast!
The bag is unrelenting –
it’s firm
with just a little bit of  ‘give’ –
not a pillow –
but it does allow
for a darn good punch
a give-it-all-you-got power kick.
After 30 minutes of throwing
kicking hard against the bag,
it’s time to move on to
the core,
clean the leather
The arms feel like
the legs turn into
the mind becomes
crystal clear
and the spirit feels
light as a
What I like the most
about this class
is the bag I get to punch.
For me it is not
an object,
it becomes
so, so
more –
It’s the conflict
deep within me,
all of the chaos that exists –
the darkness,
the uncertainties,
and struggles
of everyday life –
wrapped in a 75 lb package
for me
to punch

March 5, 2013 at 3:52 am 10 comments

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