52 weeks words + images | week fifteen

 

gardening

Life tells us to bloom where we are planted; essentially, to accept our fate and make the best of it, but the roots that we have are not like those that tether trees to soil.  Ours snake around the heart-line that we carry inside, intersecting with each curving memory, a bulky and tattered piece of luggage that we never put down.  This leaves our body free to roam.  If the sun stops shining its nutrients onto wherever we’ve pinned as home, we are able to move to the patch that is drenched in light.  The choice is always ours.  You are as fluid as the next whim after which you give chase.

 

© Jennifer Summer | 2015

© Jennifer Summer | 2015

 

bleed us into the world

 

The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change its shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. - Even Ensler | The Vagina Monologues

 

inside an orange | macro | © Jennifer Summer 2015

inside an orange | macro | © Jennifer Summer 2015

 

winter nature walk

 

Some images from a very short walk I took last night at Highland Park.

 

This beautiful wild mushroom makes me think of an evening gown turned upside down.

This beautiful wild mushroom makes me think of an evening gown turned upside down.

all images © Jennifer Summer | 2015