A much needed journey to Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary in New Mexico. Given the vast number of birds there during migration, I thought surely it would be filled with nesting geese and other birds. The lake was empty save for less than a…..
I mourned the cutting of the tree as I walked beside the river. Then I smiled to think of how the bark created an image of the sun. A tree sun. The smile stayed with me as I walked to the end of…..
Have been here almost four years. Shortly after I moved here, she and her dog became a fixture. An older woman, always wearing a visor, and her older dog always walking together. She is not tall and the old black lab was almost as tall as her. Their strides were perfectly matched. You’d see her carrying her grocery bags with him ambling along beside her on the leash. Even in winter they would be walking. Her house at a major…..
Some pictures aren’t perfect. But even in its imperfection I sit in awe to see. A Flicker woodpecker taking flight. To see him sitting there I only saw gray and some black. But to see the red and black of the tail…..
Oh little one, the lake looks so daunting does it not? What goes through your mind as you feel the wind and its force singing in the trees? Have you seen white caps and waves on a lake in your brief time?…..
I sat on the grass with the weed eater cradled in my lap. I pondered the size of the hand that must have determined the width of the spool and the two buttons you must press to release the cover. I know my hands are small. I know my hands have lost so much strength and their fingers are bent. But what size hand would fit such a device? I sat on the earth using my feet as additional hands…..
Some journeys are such that novels and movies are made to chronicle the triumph. Most people will never know our journeys nor the courage and heart required. The strength required is not diminished by those in novels or displayed on the cinema. Those making the invisible journeys…..
Long held in its hard cocoon pod, its beauty will be brief. Yet, it will return next year. The pod will again protect its growth. Its beauty, naturally, will break forth and unfold. No, the same Poppy will not return. But the same roots…..
Life is never silent. Life is never non responsive. Sometimes Life simply responds with a different language than our voiced prayers or needs.
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