Sweet Hands of Life I have no question. I have no request. Just sitting in your gentleness and beauty. That’s all. Namaste.
Such a tangled bud of pre-buds ready to open. What truly caught my eye was the yellow cupped hand beneath the bud. Almost like a mother’s hand suspended beneath a baby’s body ready to give support if needed. Or even a…..
A simple scrich. A simple image. Winter’s tree limbs cupped like a hand. A gentle hand holding my raven friend. He was watching as I shoveled snow in an area of the yard to put out seed. I looked up and saw…..
Some days you are gifted with the realization that the cloud hanging over you is actually an umbrella of protection. Some days you are gifted a soft bend in the hardness of life that perfectly fits and offers a gentle shelter or hug. Some days,…..
I watched as a Mourning dove supervised the two young ones. Gusting winds scared her and she flew away. The young ones stood there looking confused and uncertain whether to follow. Suddenly my heart leaped to see a large bird come swooping in towards the…..
The intent was simple, to clear a flower bed untended for years. There was so much growth of grass, weeds and young trees, what may have been intentional could not be saved. To clear and replant was the only choice. With lots of shoveling I began to…..
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