Tag Archives: Heart
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…..
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In a world where texts, emails, breaking news, voice mails and phone calls come hurling in within warning, I thought of my Wise Sisters. Three trees that have literally and spiritually held me up and grounded me for several years. As…..
Day is done. My heart tried. Whether my heart succeeded is neither the question asked nor the question sought. My heart set out with but one intent this day. That the gentleness of the sunset’s artistry, beauty, and stillness would be felt by…..
The wind suspended the hawk’s flight. His body frozen mid air without resistance. No thermals to lift him up or carry him forward. He hit a wall of wind and perfectly still he waited. Long before my eyes could see the darker hawk I heard his…..
Sometimes it feels I stand in a world of giants. A hobbit for sure. Sometimes it feels among the giants my size is not my only flaw. A human hobbit for sure. My heart’s aspirations, among the giants, may not always be…..
I drew a square on a blank piece of paper. My morning meditation was to view the day that awaited as a blank canvas. The portrait’s actual image would be my choice. Naught would be painted save what I chose to fill in…..
Somethings you would think are obvious. Perhaps not. As I stood and laughed, I could not help but also feel a sort of sad paradox. We have signs directing us every day – merge, yield, speed limit, last exit for miles,…..
There were three large boxes stacked on top of each other and a small little box on top. Just boxes stacked. No, more than that. Inside the boxes was a person. No, more than that. Inside the boxes was a heart and killer smile. No, more than that.
A surprise birthday party for someone a nurse, two CNAs and myself consider a friend. A friend who is dying. No, no one wondered if this would be her last. Simply…..
A late scrich, though the pondering has held all day. Winter’s storm coming in and the wind has truly danced a dervish with the trees, birds, and even a hobbit trying to open her back door. Without the images, the wind cannot be…..
Smile, no the image is not what I thought I was going to capture with the camera. I thought I was aiming at a beautiful heron flying low over the lake. When the image appeared on the computer, I confess my head…..
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