God how I love you darling,
Maybe the greatest gift we have given each other is that of patience with our hearts and patience with Ourselves
You truly hold my Heart,
And if you would do me the great honor,
Come
and Hold my Hand
Let’s make something Special,
Together
for all the Seasons of our Lives.
Winter Wonderland, 2014, Brooklyn, New York ©️Lisa Ellen Goodman PhotographyShe sat holding a seashell, a woven basket above her head, her hair flowing in ribbons, one of the tresses tickling that little spot behind her ear. .
Her eyelids gently closed, she sits alone, in quiet contemplation, journeying through the Universe that is inside of her, solitude echoing off the walls around
Each day, she would sit under the ancient oak in the meadow, listening to her seashell . . sometimes she could hear the wind gently roaring off the ocean
Leaves drifted down, and little bits of fruit began to fall into her basket, and as the days passed by, she noticed that both her spirit and the basket were fuller, sometimes to the brim
At sunrise, and on nights when the moon was shining, she would bathe in the light
Such was this blessed feeling, she wanted to share these gifts with the world, making it a little more beautiful, nourishing the spirit, adding a touch of magic to the surroundings
And how deeply she longed to share this life’s journey with her true love, once a girl, now a woman . . she has held her heart all along, keeping it safe and tucked away in her chest pocket, as she walks amongst flowers and fireflies this evening, on the way to the great oak
If you listen closely, you could hear the river steadily flowing forth from her, and a great joy emanating from her heart’s center, hence the peaceful little smile that often graces her lips
Lady with a Seashell, monochrome, Bellagio Gardens, Summer 2017 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
draft for 🍃Nature’s Secrets🍃
In times of ancient, you left your love letter to me upon the shore, an infinite circle, made of sand and stone; drawing me back to you in this lifetime.
Reynisfjara Black Sand Beach, Vik, Iceland © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
The ocean, her only desire, to flow wild & free, with the rhythm of the moon
A rainy summer’s day, looking out onto the ocean . . Reynisfjara black sand beach in the tiny village of Vik, Iceland (last summer) © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Where do whispered wishes go . . as they sail off on the wind, without form or direction; do you hear them crying out?
Prayers, once part of this lone dandelion flower in Spring Valley, sailing the winds of the cosmic ocean © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
The course of true love never did run smooth.
(William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
Black sands beach and the waves in the ocean. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Standing on the shore,
I put my loving intentions out into the ocean
And feel that love gradually coming back, in waves
She washes over me,
Purifying my soul
The ultimate release, with each pull of the tide
This picture was taken a few years ago, as i walked along the ocean by Coney Island, in Brooklyn. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Ramblings of a Mad Hatter 