I am a photographer and equine neophyte photographing horses that have been rescued; surprisingly learning new things about myself on this unexpected journey. I sell prints to horse lovers and designers to help feed the horses who patiently act as my shrink. They are great listeners -- who knew? You can email me
I can hear the sound of my heart breaking; it is deafening.  Love is flowing out, draining away and I seem unable to stop the inevitable drought.
Being impeccable with my word is difficult for I want to climb somewhere high and scream for help.  I am drowning in my marriage.
Eyes filled with pain.  Sadness.  Loneliness.
Friendship lost. Defensive. Retreating into solitude.
I close my eyes and I can feel the rocking of my isolated boat.  I hear the lapping of the water; it is pummeling against the wood—mocking me.
I am drifting away—a prisoner of the tide.
My mind wants to be the anchor, to stay in the same place.  Stay in your pain it urges—repeating over and over—words echoing.
The heart wants to be heard—soar, my love, you are free.
                                                                     ~ S. Violette

I can hear the sound of my heart breaking; it is deafening.  Love is flowing out, draining away and I seem unable to stop the inevitable drought.

Being impeccable with my word is difficult for I want to climb somewhere high and scream for help.  I am drowning in my marriage.

Eyes filled with pain.  Sadness.  Loneliness.

Friendship lost. Defensive. Retreating into solitude.

I close my eyes and I can feel the rocking of my isolated boat.  I hear the lapping of the water; it is pummeling against the wood—mocking me.

I am drifting away—a prisoner of the tide.

My mind wants to be the anchor, to stay in the same place.  Stay in your pain it urges—repeating over and over—words echoing.

The heart wants to be heard—soar, my love, you are free.

                                                                     ~ S. Violette

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The West is softly whispering her seductive charms into my vulnerable heart.  Come to me and I will share my strength.

The mountains make promises. I will nurture you, I will help you recognize the magic swirling in our clouds and they will be your spirit companions.  I promise to bring you peace.  You will find your true path if you give yourself over to me.

Ah, they have heard the voice of my heart and seen the yearning in my eyes when I gaze upon them…like a lover one will never know.

They tell me to trust them…my dear, you are home.

I will be the muse you seek. Look upon me so you may find the words you want to share.  Do you not want to sit in the shadows of my snow packed peaks and watch the light play amongst my rocky crevices?  I promise to inspire you. I will guide you in the direction that has been destined for you; your path will be illuminated by the stars in our expansive sky. Gaze upwards so you may see…

I have been fearful to raise my eyes.  I thought there was safety in watching where my next step fell; I was wise in looking forward.  It never occurred to me to simply stop and look up.

                                                                          S. Violette