Monthly Archives: April 2015
Somethings you would think are obvious. Perhaps not. As I stood and laughed, I could not help but also feel a sort of sad paradox. We have signs directing us every day – merge, yield, speed limit, last exit for miles,…..
Sometimes, I think, the morning knows you need a reminder to see simple beauty….to smile…and accept the invitation to come and play. “X” marks the spot.
Yes, its a little marmot filling his cheeks with the bird seed I put out everyday. Have not seen them since last fall. But every day I looked for them. I call them my little hoovers after the vacuum cleaner – they…..
Last year’s growth, weathered by winter, bends the stalk with its weight. Spring’s new growth dances up the stalk. Can one deny the beauty of them both? Can one deny the juxtaposition and contrast is in itself the beauty? Oh that we could see the…..
It takes but a pinhole of light, even in the dark stormy night, to gift the heart beauty and awe.
A midafternoon walk, probably too cold and windy for one finally recovering from bronchitis and a touch of pneumonia, but nature and the heart said “walk.” The overpowering stillness broken only by an occasional hawk and magpie’s chattering. Spring buds and blooms…..
She lay in her wheelchair bed staring into the nursing home aviary. The birds hopped and fluttered, not flew, in a glass aviary. Both it seemed encased and held. I watched her eyes grow soft. I watched them as they watched her. And for a…..
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