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Mowing the yard in the heat became a dance of feet, mower, and grasshoppers. To giggle at their jumping and hoping they understood when I said my eyes not very good so please be careful in case I do not see. Cleaning up from…..
The struggle of the eyes does gift wonder filled delights sometimes. Looking out the window I puzzled at how the tiny white flowers growing in the yard were moving without wind. The image was fascinating. Grabbing my camera I zoomed closer. Ahhhhhh, was not the flowers…..
An empty bench. A sprinkler dancing. After a walk a morning shower probably needed. RSVP – a simple yes.
The whisper…May the speed of the day, the beating of my heart, the vigilance of my body, the fluttering joys and sadness be stilled and frozen. And in the stillness of speed suspended and surrendered, I…..
The match holding the light becomes the same darkness the light dispels. Within the light the darkness is held. To hold with sweet gentleness any and all darkness and behold the matchstick igniting the light.
Fear is an odd emotion. Its primal and instinctive basis cannot be avoided. What we do with it is our choice. Sometimes Life gifts a pair of bookends with which to hold the fear. A set of before and after pictures. Bookends holding the fear. And the…..
Yesterday a tornado that probably would have removed my little 6 mile town from the map, diverted 11 miles and danced upon the mesa where no harm was done. This morning, while weed whacking I noticed a moth with extraordinary colors fall to the ground. I panicked thinking I had killed it. I could not tell if it was ok. I left the area and when I returned he was again dancing with the weeds I had left. I mowed…..
Their white fire nakedness flames up and out. Their uninhibited dance twists, folds, and dares to lie surrendered upon the ground. To see them now is like an ultra sound of spring’s waiting birth. And what is the whisper? Spring, summer and even fall are the presentation…..
Yes, I confess, I am very much like a child and sometimes play gets the best of me. In my head I saw an image but knew not how to create. I found an image of a person sitting in meditation and a picture I had taken…..
Coming back from nature’s invitation to walk, there, making his way on the other side of the road was a turtle. No way, with afternoon traffic he would make it across the road. I found the nearest safe spot to pull over and scurried back praying traffic…..
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