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……
I watched them soar over the mountain. Their approach filled with longing. Their bodies skimmed the surface of the glass lake without touching. Voices totally silent now. Then their legs descended and they knew migration’s rest. I sat and pondered the morning’s…..
A jam packed Friday, surely no time to breathe. A day of warmth and sunshine. Could I do it? We have “snow” days where people yield to the weather. Why not “sun” days? It would mean I would not get a lunch. But…but….but…. Suddenly I…..
Oh my little feather friend, how long have you gone unnoticed? The early morning sun drew me to your presence. The shadows danced upon your weave creating the images of trees. And the tiny sprig of grass making its way upward gave life…..
Oh sweet winter tree, cloaked in fog, what did you say? What did you whisper that stopped my scurrying as the ice laden fog gripped my own trunk and branches? I stopped to listen and see. My eyes tracing your trunk and branches. I…..
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