So many metaphors and images on a morning when winter leap frogged autumn to say hello. But the whisper that gifted such a laugh to my sighing heart…Baptismal Joy. Sometimes, it is that elegantly simple.
The mountain has taken sail
Gathering the clouds on its bow, port, and mast.
I close my eyes.
Denying the feet’s gravity
I become a mermaid on the mountain’s prow
Some days are quiet and Life’s whispers are simple. To bend down and touch the earth’s warmth and texture are cherished gifts. To not take for granted the ability to walk, bend, move my hand, or fingers that feel. Such simple acts yet broken…..
My morning joy, to go out and feed the birds. The pigeons swirled in the air before me as I walked to get the seed. I laughed to hear the whooshing of their wings. As I closed the door and turned to walk…..
The clouds are walking heavy upon the sky. My little dog is barking at the thunder. Half of the sky is bright blue and brilliant sunshine. The other half midnight black. Suddenly golf ball size hail has started to fall. As I watch and listen the hail…..
The intent was simple, to clear a flower bed untended for years. There was so much growth of grass, weeds and young trees, what may have been intentional could not be saved. To clear and replant was the only choice. With lots of shoveling I began to…..
I have looked at paintings and drawings with absolute wonder as to the painter’s eye, touch, and ability to bring to life images of life. How do they see? How does their brain work? How does the eye’s image flow into their brain and then through their…..
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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