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This evening I pause to send a chuckle to my mama and daddy. They always made a big deal of my birthday. So, first, a bow to them. A touch to my heart and a sweet tear to say ‘happy birthday mama and daddy, you are missed.’
And…..
I squealed to see the gift of capturing the solitary hawk in flight over the frozen lake. It was the shadow painted that made my heart sigh.
The shepherds did not have the benefit of breaking internet news expert analysis and…..
Sometimes it feels I stand in a world of giants. A hobbit for sure. Sometimes it feels among the giants my size is not my only flaw. A human hobbit for sure. My heart’s aspirations, among the giants, may not always be true……
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 simply……
They are just clouds. Any scientist can quickly explain their properties and even their names. Just clouds. On an autumn’s winter morning, they transformed within a weary body looking up at snowcapped mountain peaks. But as the wind raked…..
Preparing for a special night. A night of reflections for those who have lost loved ones. A night to remember those no longer with families and friends. A night to remember those still aching the loss. And so on this night of frigid cold and winter’s first snow, from the hearth of a little ponderer, a humble scrich to honor their path.
After All
I don’t understand. The why hangs upon my shoulders Like a winter coat three sizes too…..
I thought my little friend was walking in mud. But then, there would be not one but two, and even these eyes knew that wasn’t right. I prayed the image would turn out. I so wanted to see what I saw……
Smile, no the image is not what I thought I was going to capture with the camera. I thought I was aiming at a beautiful heron flying low over the lake. When the image appeared on the computer, I confess my head tilted…..
A morning’s tale of two images that still stir a sighing within my heart. John O’Donohue talks of how we are the mirror of nature. We are the earth’s reflection by which she gets to see and experience her beauty. I gazed in…..
Tiny drops of water running down the window. Within the drops are the sky, cloud, and sun. How could such tiny drops hold such vastness? And then the whisper, “look in the mirror little one. Look in the mirror.“
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