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A jam packed Friday, surely no time to breathe. A day of warmth and sunshine. Could I do it? We have “snow” days where people yield to the weather. Why not “sun” days? It would mean I would not get a lunch. But…but….but…. Suddenly I…..
Oh sweet winter tree, cloaked in fog, what did you say? What did you whisper that stopped my scurrying as the ice laden fog gripped my own trunk and branches? I stopped to listen and see. My eyes tracing your trunk and branches. I followed…..
A frozen lake. A quilt of snow on top of the frozen lake. The wind playing between the hilly lake banks sweeping the snow. Sometimes life gifts a stumbled upon delight. Nature’s playground caught in action. I laughed, bowed, and said enjoy……
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…..
The sculptors of time, wind, snow, and rain have left their art upon the sandstone. Like I child I scurried between and around the boulders of art. Awe does not even hold the inconceivable wonder to see and touch such…..
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…..
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…..
I found myself laughing and humming the little Sesame Street song “One of these things is not like the other.” To see the precision and elegance of the migrating geese overhead and hear the power of their wings was breathtaking……
“Seek not revelations, all is revealed” ~ Marilyn Buck. Seeing and seeking patterns keeps me from seeing creation as a face of the Divine. Midst such an explosion of diversity, a swash of color here but not there, explosions of shades and colors and the sameness of…..
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