Today was my day to write a comment on a book an on-line group is reading. I struggled. I laughed. The chapter was on simply experiencing the moment, our creativity and being as it is without expectation. How does one write a comment for…..
From non-judgement and non-trophies the Sweet Hands of Life held the yearnings with tenderness. A simple Sunday morning. Pelicans and ravens chatting. A prairie dog and fawn showing their dance moves. A “marmot” my eyes thought they saw only to…..
A patch of dew drops greeted me as I arrived at work 90 minutes early to complete yesterday’s work. They gifted a smile. I took a two minute mid morning pause to clear my head and hurried to see if they were still there……
A boisterous weekend here in the U.S. But for the inner child in all of us, a quiet pause that needs no rumble, thunder, or gun shot sounds. It even offers a sorta heart shape in the center. A dazzling display…..
Such a tangled bud of pre-buds ready to open. What truly caught my eye was the yellow cupped hand beneath the bud. Almost like a mother’s hand suspended beneath a baby’s body ready to give support if needed. Or even…..
Friday’s scrich described how like an uncorked bottle of champagne I bounded out to walk between appointments. Yesterday’s scrich was to sit in awe as migration’s rest was suspended beyond the limits of desire……
Winter’s storm has bent the Hollyhock bereft of its summer’s life and beauty. And yet I have been entranced by its image of elegance and grace. This time last year the air was still filled with the dust of drought and scars from…..
That I might see the weathering of life as gifting the shape of a heart. That my needs might be so simple that my roots would thrive and flourish with so little. That I might trust where I am knowing…..
Two images in one whisper. Sometimes Life stuns you with such beauty and grace there are simply no words. And then, Life reminds you that simple joys like sitting on a rock with a dear friend dangling your feet is as stunning…..
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