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A coloring book purchased for my clients. It arrived today. A gray, wintry, sleet filled and cold day. Night is crossing the threshold. A long week and I am tired. Perhaps I should color one just to test drive it before I offer it to my clients……
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 rebuttal to…..
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.
Little One, you look so hard to see what caused the ripple. Would knowing the source add or take away from the beauty and movement that caught your eyes? Is the “why” the alchemy that transforms beauty into the beautiful? Is knowing the why of anything…..
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 cradled in softness…..
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. I tried to…..
I laughed to think that they were late for their breakfast seed. I guess such a blustery cold winter’s night and morning had kept them snuggled wherever it is they roost. Wasn’t even 5 degrees and snow was still falling. I saw the shadow of their…..
Two images eclipsed in the heart. Through a glass darkly? Denied illumination or Surrendered closeness? Anticipated wonderment An “impossible eclipse” Said “they.” You did hold my breath But I hold your sunset play With cotton candy clouds Migrating geese. Illumination undenied Surrendered closeness Anticipation’s awe. Magnificent…..
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. Then to see…..
Two images. A sort of ying and yang gifted by nature. The first one, so obvious…laughter. Also a reminder that sometimes you just gotta go bottoms up. The second one, the elegance and delicate form of a butterfly. Yet, to think of its fierceness to come…..
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