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The circumstances really don’t matter. Just a night where I bid farewell to five women with hearts so shattered and raw I do not think even the blood of Life could feed or dare to create a beat. Nine weeks later their hearts…..
Dancing streams of light frozen in the moment. Grasses, gathering the summer’s sun, transform the light into shawls resembling ice cocoons. I bow my head in gratitude to my camera which gifts such sight. Then the pause and whisper that not even perfect eyes…..
Actually the image is from the wrong perspective. Upon the wings of gratitude to see such a sight, soaring so high, I looked down upon the pelican. Gratitude in flight.
I cannot take away the mountain’s steepness or sharpness. Nor would I ever ask. The steepness and sharpness are nature’s grace. Instead to be the cloud that embraces them both. Softness becomes sharpness. Sharpness…..
I tended the yard. My body was dripping in sweat and exhausted. Then came the whisper. One I know well. To go and walk as a feather was calling. The whisper took me to the river beneath the freeway and overgrown. I do not normally walk this…..
While watering my plants, my eyes were drawn to this flower. I retrieved my camera so I could see. When the enlarged image appeared my smile likewise was enlarged. I pondered going back out and gifting the bloom more room to spread. And then the whisper… “A…..
It was a rare, unheard of and torrential rain that fell at the end of May. Looking out the window I felt a drop upon my head. Another and another drop followed. Three drops total falling from a light fixture. The gentle man who came…..
I remember during the early 1970s ( in my late teens/early 20s) ID bracelets were quite popular. Being a rebel individualist I had my bracelet engraved not with my name but with A Person. I did not want to be labeled. I was a person. On a…..
I am graced to share my thoughts on the book, Whispered Grace in a Balboa Press video interview filmed in the embrace of nature. Thank you for walking with me.
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