Sometimes when I walk it is simply to walk. Sometimes when I walk it is to savor. Sometimes when I walk it is to escape. Sometimes when I walk it is to release. Sometimes when I walk it is to ponder. Sometimes when…..
A dear friend gifted a framed Celtic cross with the Irish saying “Your feet will take you where your heart is.” This morning, still battling two weeks of strep and acute bronchitis, I read the quote over and over. There it was. I put my…..
What does cold sound like? Twenty two degrees and nature was calling. What would cold sound like on my first walk with nature and hearing aids?
Beneath a tree I listened to the sound of cold carried on the wind. I looked up as a…..
I had to laugh at the grumpy face. As I stared the grumpy seemed to be laughing. The laughter drew sadness as I saw the sparkling tear droplet. So many faces. So many emotions. They were, after all, just leaves floating in…..
Last night I read of one of Beethoven’s last symphonies. It was written at the time he was totally deaf. Deaf as in no hearing. I read of how before he went totally deaf he wrote a letter to his brothers…..
Someone asked me why I refer to the nudges, answered prayers, and musings of life as whispers. Was it because you had to strain to hear? No, not strain. But you do have to listen and notice.
Saturday I danced with a potential heat stroke……
Snow clouds upon the lake sky. Suspended snow waves frozen before their crest. In the background ripples equally suspended forming circles held in place. Silent rocks sitting and watching. And a little hobbit who writes scriches and listens for whispers, … simply…..
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