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Out of nowhere 50 mph winds, window shaking thunder, lighting spears hurled to the earth, and rain that possibly would have made even Noah flinch. I rushed to put towels behind the front porch door and front house door as the water rushed downward towards the…..
I mourned the cutting of the tree as I walked beside the river. Then I smiled to think of how the bark created an image of the sun. A tree sun. The smile stayed with me as I walked to the end of…..
Some pictures aren’t perfect. But even in its imperfection I sit in awe to see. A Flicker woodpecker taking flight. To see him sitting there I only saw gray and some black. But to see the red and black of the tail…..
I sat on the grass with the weed eater cradled in my lap. I pondered the size of the hand that must have determined the width of the spool and the two buttons you must press to release the cover. I know my hands are small. I know my hands have lost so much strength and their fingers are bent. But what size hand would fit such a device? I sat on the earth using my feet as additional hands…..
Sometimes, I think, the morning knows you need a reminder to see simple beauty….to smile…and accept the invitation to come and play. “X” marks the spot.
Sing my little friend! Keep singing! The mesa and lake were filled with the Meadowlarks’ songs. One had to stop and listen. What more can be said if you can imagine the heavens filled with the power of simple joy sung…..
Sometimes the whispers sing like a choral symphony. The harmony of spring and winter. The soloist drop of melting snow clinging to the fir tree’s fingertip. The dandelion and ant exploding spring’s tympani. The crescendo of the moon’s smile midday. A magpie’s saucy brassy chat…..
Sometimes, a whisper needs a touch.
A most gentle morning beginning errands and preparations for heavy snow. The ice had sculpted feather like designs on the windshield. I giggled to see the artwork and delicate ice drawings. I moved through the morning with mindful gentle intention as I kept…..
Before the day began, the sun danced through the prism creating a rainbow upon soft feathers surrounded by treasured rocks. I remember the sigh and laughter in my heart to see. Now, twelve hours later, I realize the image mirrored my day. A day…..
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