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Behind and within the clouds there are mountain peaks. I smile to see the clouds resting like the migrating geese upon the lake. I have left cornmeal blessings upon the trails to welcome winter’s solstice and to give thanks for nature’s gentle…..
Reflections of clouds upon a still lake. Portals of reflections calling one’s eyes to enter and see. An image to simply sit and allow the eyes and heart to imagine. No lesson learned. No reflection other than that offered so simply……
Maxwell Wildlife Refuge has gone to sleep. Winter has laid a soft quilt upon its sanctuary. The stillness was tangible long before I reached the lake. Oh yes, there is still some activity but the frenzy of migration has quieted. A field and…..
An unplanned day off. An unplanned return of the sun shining forth in 2 degree temps and wind. The sun said “I’ll keep you warm” and off to shovel a very long and wide driveway…..
It is the season that draws breath and eyes to notice the vibrancy of yellow, orange and red. The familiar greening becomes common and familiar. I stood and drank in the contrast of a single green tree against the explosion of yellow. The familiar now…..
To think the reappearance of a little marmot would make me squeal for joy will seem silly to any who see this little scrich. A couple of months ago a mama marmot and her two babies gifted my heart such joy. They fed…..
The morning sun danced with my window prism and gifted a rainbow in the palm of my hand. Like a child I laughed and squirmed playing with the rainbow in my grasp. The gift so brief measured in time. But when the day’s disappointments…..
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 turned the curve, the old vacant store, one of many, I knew well. This morning something was different. A bench for resting was sitting in front of the long abandoned store. Not only a bench, but a soft colorful quilt like material cushioned the metal hardness. A street of homeless abandoned buildings. Someone…..
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…..
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