I was being very rational. The wind was creating snowclones and dervishes. Any seed I put out would be quickly covered in snow. Earlier I thought I might have seen the hawk. The temperature had only reached 10 degrees. To put…..
Another night of winter’s blast. Another night of winter’s quilted gift to the drought hardened earth. A matter of perspective. And on such night, a gentle story of perspective. Yes Jacob, sometimes it is enough.
“Jacob, where do you find the strength to…..
Two years ago, this same day, this was the image that caught my eye. The drought offered little nourishment for the earth. Today, where these two flowers, that would not be, offered…..
A most gentle morning beginning errands and preparations for heavy snow. The ice had sculpted feather like designs on the windshield. I giggled to see the artwork and delicate ice drawings. I moved through the morning with mindful gentle intention as I kept…..
Before the day began, the sun danced through the prism creating a rainbow upon soft feathers surrounded by treasured rocks. I remember the sigh and laughter in my heart to see. Now, twelve hours later, I realize the image mirrored my day. A day…..
Sometimes, to find nourishment you have to dive under. Upended, perhaps, is the door to eventual balance. ….giggle.
A scrich written long ago on Valentine’s Day. But each year, it whispers back and makes me smile.
Reflecting on the images of Valentine’s Day, the chocolates scanned at the cash register, men staring at the…..
On my way to walk in nature like a child running towards the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. So long away. My heart about to explode. The railroad crossing arms dropped and a train whistled. I do love the sound of a train…..
Friday’s scrich described how like an uncorked bottle of champagne I bounded out to walk between appointments. Yesterday’s scrich was to sit in awe as migration’s rest was suspended beyond the limits of desire……
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