FACES TWO

Pictures of My Self................................Chapter TwoI am another yourself.

These pictures were taken by my son, Jason Bobruk,

during our journey through Peru in 2005.

I looked into these faces.

The more I saw, the more I knew...

only one of us is here.

Oh, that we could recognize ourselves!

Maureen's Hap-YA Birthday

Maureen's Hap-YA Birthday Card May 2009

ENGAGED!

In honor of the engagement of Erin & Jess

(March 12, 2009)

Marjean

Here is a birthday card I made for my friend, Marjean.

MY JOY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2XBxZSDDhk

Here is a collection of some of my memories of 35 years of being the mother of an amazing young man. My son, Jason Paul Bobruk, has brought me so much joy since he entered my life on August 10, 1974. This slide show is my celebration of his 35th birthday.
(Click the icon for full screen view on YouTube)

RAIN

parched potted petals smile and drink

delightful drumming drops sing softly

wonderful wet

out comes the turtle from under the fern

to see if a puddle has formed in the path

yes mock the birds

keeping time to gentle distant thunder

echoing a secret song within my self

this heart is washed

rain caresses coarse crackling cries that

rose a moment ago in agony of thirst

squish quietly

gurgle ripple touch drip trickle ditty

whisper sparkle shy shivering shine

thank you heaven

Faces One

Moving...exotic...traveling...dancing from the ruins of Delphi, Crete, Rome...floating in the Mediterranean; peering down from the Alps; hugging, drinking the green magic of Ireland; entering India's heart, bathing in the Ganges...accepting marigolds from the Hindu; perching at the top of the world, the Himalaya; swimming the raw Amazon, touching the mystical empty city of the Inca in Peru; slithering along the ancient Yangtze and over the Great Wall; resting in the Soul, Tibet...washed in the chanting of Buddhist Monks; floating silently above Denali, The Great One, to the edge of the Artic Circle where polar bears drown...hearing whales moan...thunder of crashing blue glaciers; climbing Maya pyramids in the Yucatan; ...back to my home, sweet....
I expanded and swallowed the world.
Singing life, I can no longer harm,
Even a bug.
A wave, I am
Inseparable from the ocean.
Beloved, each face I see is mine!
There's but one of us here. N A M A S T E

..Pictures of My Self..........Chapter One............by Toni Bobruk......