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The sun’s glow upon the vine’s portal gifted a whisper and invitation. You cannot see beyond the portal. Which side do you choose?
I never go anywhere without my camera. My camera is my eyes. The images allow me…..
And when it is “all said and done,” it will be neither quiet nor complete. A reminder should one be tempted into omniscience and omnipotence and ignorance of life’s essential impermanence.
A white butterfly/moth nestled against a white flower. I…..
Can you see the trunk swerving? The arms swaying? The head lifted towards the sun? Can you see the dance?
Some point to the Creator in Armageddon, apocalypses, and the purging of infidels. Some point to the Creator in tears falling upon another’s head, the…..
We live in a messy world. Neurobiologists say our brains are Velcro when it comes to negative stuff – bam. Stuck forever. Brains are like Teflon when it comes to good stuff – wheeee. Flies right off. Part of that is evolution…..
Spring’s Robins made their appearance today. I smiled. I laughed to think of our local nursery which will not sell plants until the end of May because of the threat of frost and snow. There stood the singing defiant Robin. I pondered…..
I journeyed to nature’s sanctuary seeking beauty. As I walked in silence my eyes were drawn to the mountain’s reflection upon the unfrozen part of the lake. I went seeking beauty. I went seeking to receive. Quietly and ever so gently, John O’Donohue’s…..
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how does one measure or give a value to a heart sigh?
As my car slid for the fourth time on the ice, a block ahead I saw a family of deer prance with ease. As a parent’s eyes filled with tears for a softer world for their child, I noticed a squirrel…..
Today I faced a nightmare. Today I bear hugged another as they lashed out in pain. Tonight I sit resolved in the beauty of storms.
Never doubt the power of noticing the whisper’s art and beauty. Especially for the weariest and running late for work heart. A frosted windshield that would rival any artist’s paintbrush.
Sometimes that which would delay us gifts the greatest beauty.
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