A soul ajar...

Greetings!

My name is Kimberly L. Loomis and I'd like to welcome you to my blog, a soul ajar.

This blog is dedicated to my  endeavors into photography, the written word, drawing, painting and whatever other medium strikes my fancy.  It is a work in progress, as are my artistic skills!

I would like to share my work and that of others who inspire me with the hopes that you may be inspired as well.

I am so happy you've stopped by!  I love to hear from my readers and I welcome comments and questions.  You may leave these on my blog posts or email me at kimberlylloomis@gmail.com.

One final note, beyond being a novice artist & writer I am also a wife and a mother of three.  You can read more about that adventure on my other blog, The Musician's Wife. 

"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."

~Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

Invincible Summer

 

 

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ~Albert Camus  

 

 

I thought of heat and burning feet

of tides and rolling waves

I used to equate summer with hate

of oppressive shimmering sweat

an inescapable none too quickly replaceable 

time of nights with too little sleep.

But take winter which causes a splinter

between inside and outside severe

with that season at least there's a reason

to fear, being numb is a frightening estate.

It is clear to me that it must simply be

a contrast between to the two times

to show and then carefully know

how much a soul's season must be regarded.

For when ice and snow, nice and slow

creep into the heart of a woman or man

it feels chill at worst, gasping first

but then suddenly doesn't seem real

and on and on a person just carries on

trudging up that lonely dark hill.

When suddenly frigid solidarity 

is realized and spoken with vapor-breath,

"I am all alone and I can't find my home."

to the quietly falling snow and none else.

To compare that hill walked with keen skill

in the light of a warm cloudless day

the sun in it's arch lets us follow 'till dark

even then the moon shows us the way.

There are frogs singing songs

and even crickets to cheer

and by remembering our dismembering 

we feel, which is better than not

and though sad we're made glad

and can sing our own joy

All because of the love of

an internal, eternal, invincible summer.

 

 

 

Family Day

 

Snow day, family day, wonderful day, indeed!

Foundation for a poem (or maybe 'as is')

 

 

 

 

Creeping feeling

named Defeat and

I Will Never

tries to cease

the beating of

a heart that slips

on Pity, Me and Mine

for just about

the hundredth time

Today is my Mother's birthday!

merely

I am merely wife.

All I have done is

committed to better or worse.

I am merely mother.

All I have done is

been the crucible for life.

I am merely thirty.

All I have done is 

lived fifteen twice.

I am merely woman.

All I have done is

been what I am,

been what I wished,

been what others wanted,

been weak and worn,

been strong and new,

and all in hindsight.

I am merely not I am.

 

Inspiration: Mumford and Sons

This band's music takes off with my heart like it's on a runaway horse.  They are gritty,haunting and beautiful.

On "Little Lion Man", if you have kids be aware this song as a few f-bombs.  It is still one of my favorites.

 

 

 

Sprite, a cat

 

A window sill

or better still

a lap to me, is fair.

If it's cats you hate

Such is your fate

to be chosen for my chair.

Inspiration: Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Three: Love XXXVI

 

MY worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;
Lest I should insufficient prove	5
For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprehension
Within my loving creed.
So I, the undivine abode
Of his elect content,	10
Conform my soul as ’t were a church
Unto her sacrament.

 

I am constantly questioning my worth. It is good to know that this feeling of insecurity is as timeless as it is shared by many.  

A costume birthday party

 

 

 

This was my daughter's 5th birthday party.  It's close to Halloween so we combined themes.  It worked out well as everyone knows children love to dress up!  My parents brought their golden/lab CCI dog in training, Ocho.  I'm thinking our dog, Punkers, was a little jealous. It's hard to tell, though...he always looks like that...

At the park

 I snapped a a few photos as I waited at the park for my friends to arrive for their photo shoot. The light was great and the sky seemed to be clearing.  Of course it clouded right back up when they got there. That's the way it goes sometimes, I guess.

Taken with my friend's Canon Rebel XT...thanks, Robyn!