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The mountains gift such beauty. They also hide a strawberry moon’s colorful rise. I did see her yellow glow but this is the image that made my heart sigh. I who wanted so to go where I could see her rise away…..
The sign said 65 mph. The sign behind the speed limit flashed “Use Caution.” Can I zip along the winding road at 65 mph if I am careful? Or perhaps 65 mph only between the two signs? Is the speed of caution…..
This morning as I opened the curtains with a soft whispered prayer that I might see a glorious dawn. The curtains opened, and yes, the dawn was magic. It occurred to me that the magic, beauty, and splendor of the dawn was the gift of the sun,…..
Most may see a blue moon. I saw a dance of black and white. About a ten minute window before she tucked herself in for the night beneath the quilt of clouds. A fleeting moment feeling like a kid who opens a Christmas gift…..
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 the…..
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 and underside…..
When the image appeared, I confess I uttered a “rats.” The duck that was diving underwater was too quick for my eyes and finger to capture on the camera. As I looked again, I began to laugh. I am the only one who knows…..
“Where rivers once ran” was the whisper that jumped into my throat with a startle. Barely had my eyes somewhat focused than the whispered repeated, “Where rivers once ran.” Nothing more.
Have pondered the image and the whisper for two days now and nothing…..
Life’s labyrinth may look foreboding, thorny, and sentinels guarding your every step. Or, with soft eyes and open heart, the color, dance, and even the drops of nectar can leave you breathless in awe.
He looks prehistoric in his camouflaged armored looking body. You have to look hard to see. When he takes off you think he is a brilliant yellow butterfly. May I too know stillness’s safety and protection. More importantly, may I not fear to greet life, others, or whispers upon the wings of beauty and grace. To…..
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