Lake Marie is named after Mary Bellamy, who was the first woman elected to the Wyoming State Legislature in 1910. Her husband, Charles Bellamy, a surveyor, surveyed the area in 1879 and named the lake (with a French twist) in his wife’s honor
Lake Marie submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday challenge.
Walking on, walking on,
things pondered about — springtime,
where has it gone to?
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
Who on earth was she when when no one knew she was Hanna…
“But what made the greatest impression during those early days was the man who employed her at the bakery. ‘What’s your name?’
Hanna hesitated for a while before answering, ‘Hanna, Lovisa, Greta . . . Broman.’
‘Married?’
“‘Yes, but my husband’s dead.”’
“’Now, then,’ said the man, noting it down. ‘Date of birth?’
She was silent. She’d never heard anything so silly. He had to repeat it.
‘”When and where were you born, woman?’
She stated both year and parish, got the job . . . she never forgot the foreman’s questions and repeated themselves to herself every evening for a long time afterwards. Name, married, born? To her it was if she’d fallen into a gigantic hollow on Wolf Mountain. Who on earth was she when no one knew she was Hanna Augustdotter from Braten, granddaughter of the rich Erik of Framgarden, and who become the miller’s wife at Norakvattnet?
Fortunately she wasn’t given to brooding. But many a time over the next few years she had to fend off the feeling of having lost her foothold.”
[Fredriksson, M. (1994). Hanna’s Daughters. The Ballantine Publishing Group: New York]
Ryan Pfluge…
I’ve forgotten the trail
marked out while searching for you
in places I’ve never been
Merging… days and nights
Creating… currents of time
Unfolding… lost moments of
dreams
echoes
illusions
reflections
Yearnings… of our yesterdays
Image submitted in response to Amy’s (The World is a Book) lens artists photo challenge: less is more.
Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. It is a beauty of things modest and humble. It is a beauty of things unconventional…
Koren, Leonard, Wabi-Sabi for artists, designers, poets, & philosophers. Stone Bridge Press, Berkeley, CA
you left,
I remained…
two springs.
From this day forward, I will be…
may we find peace.
“…to remain alive is to be subject to the grinding force of memory. Day and night the millstone turns, shaping the soul and softening the heart. To some, this going around and around the same subject may seem like emotional paralysis. But there is also something freeing about this attachment to remembrance. One day, one hour, one child, keep cutting through to the present. All other days take shape around this circle of emptiness.” ~V Schwarcz (Bridge Across Broken Time)
I was a child,
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
I was here…
My mother was there.
When I grew up
Nostalgia became a ticket:
I was here…
My bride was there.
Years later,
Nostalgia was a little tomb:
I was outside…
My mother was inside.
And now,
My nostalgia is a shallow strait:
I am at here…
The mainland is there.
~ Yu Guang Zhong
“The Chinese expression for “nostalgia” is xiangchou, literally “village sadness.” …xiangchou describes the grief that accompanies the traveler who cannot find a way back to the home village…[it] is not a geographical predicament but a spiritual state of being. First he finds himself outside the mother as a tiny emblem of apartness, then he is the man who contemplates her tomb. The shallow waters of the Taiwan straits are, similarly, not only a spatial divide between the island and the mainland but a reminder of the longing for, and the impossibility of going back to, ancestral roots.” *
*cited: V Schwarcz (Bridge Across Broken Time)
of this world
or the world beyond? on the sea
the sunset glow
~Tsuda Kiyoko (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)
a meditative journey 
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