Monthly Archives: April 2014
I cannot deny that some days there are emotions that appear for no reason; at least that I know of. Despite the wind, I accepted nature’s invitation and walked with her. I try hard to focus not on the why’s. I try hard to approach all…..
Her eclipse beauty was truly spectacular last night. I stood alone in the pre-dawn hours and watched her illumination transform from white to red. The cold wind pushed against me. The remaining snow gifted the night before was offering its thanks. Soon, all was dark, the fullness of light…..
“Little timid marmot, now sitting across the street, I know you are fearful. I am sorry my presence scared you. I was spreading seed so you would have an abundance to eat. I know your instincts have taught you to be timid and…..
I know Monday night’s lunar eclipse is anxiously anticipated. The dance of the eclipse has often been my metaphor for hope’s breath. But sometimes, you know, the long awaited spectacular, mapped and marked on calendars, overshadows the everyday spectacular displays. In a way,…..
Steam, heat, clouds, droplets of water, and a cup filled with coffee hidden by the dance. Thank you sweet bird whose song I did not recognize. Your gift made me pause as I reached to take the first morning sip of coffee. A pause so brief…..
It was the sense and shape of eyes upon the tree’s trunk that drew me at first. Then to see the shadow cast. I confess, yes, I did sit upon the earth, nestled in the shadow’s branched open hammock of the split trunk. As I left my gentle…..
The first bare feet of the year and the sun’s warmed earth softly greeted. I thought of so many reasons why the bare foot walk may not have been wise….soft feet stepping upon pebbles or perhaps the tumble weeds’ prickly thorns strewn across the path. And then I…..
Sometimes there is a path that welcomes an easy stride adorned with a landscape of mountains, hills, and lake laid out like five star restaurant table setting. Every walk I pass by this grove set off to the side of the trail. Soon their canopies will be knitted…..
How trees grew upon such a solid rock face I do not know. They did. The swath of snow with thin barely visible toothpicks is where the fire danced down the mountain. The faint toothpicks are the charred trees. How it danced through the trees, like…..
Yesterday the trees and grasses bent and called to the rain clouds which did not come. Quietly they stood without a hint of sadness or lack. Longing of the trusting and accepting heart never goes unanswered. Last night the sun’s gift was offered to the moon which…..
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