There is beauty in such brevity. There amidst the whisper of ancient secrets and sweet exchanges — one shared moment. Timeless and time-full. Brushed shoulders on a crowded street, “I’m sorry. I loved you. Good-bye.” • • • Words ©2013, Jen Payne. New York City street photo by Bernard Safran.
I was born after Yesterday and before Good Morning. I missed the mania and the invasion. When the older kids were drawing their logo on book covers and bathroom stalls, I was pinning up Shaun Cassidy posters on my wall. I know more lyrics from the Bee Gees/Peter Frampton movie than I do the actual... Continue Reading →
There are days I trip over myself trying to make it from one end to the other. How easily my feet get tangled in things over which I have no control. I wish angels would whisper what I often forget: Grace. • • • ©2012, Jen Payne
I’m a planner. Anyone who knows me knows this. I like to have a plan. It’s not a bad thing. It just means that “spontaneous” does not appear in my Top 10 Vocabulary List. So, when a little voice suggests “Why not go to New York City tomorrow?” all sorts of warning bells go off.... Continue Reading →
Lovely and mysterious Hellebore, here blooms in Central Park at the beginning of March. She is known by many names: Christmas Rose, Lenten Rose, Snow Rose, Black Nisewort. Though strikingly beautiful set against the gray of winter, do not be fooled. Hellebore is one of the four classic poisons — cousin to nightshade, hemlock and... Continue Reading →