My online journal where I share my interests in photography, nature, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, coffee life, spirituality and the mystery of it all.
Fascinating, clouds on the horizon
causing me to stop, to feel them deeply
within, yet so far in the distance.Such power visible on the canvas sky
hail, rain, thunder, lightning
forever playing with color and form.With awe, I watch the creator create
while I, a child caught in enchantment
accepting this gift of wonder.mws
Happy Birthday, Sheree. You are such a gift of wonder! I love you! ❤️
Blue skies and sunshine bring their warmth this morning.
I see tree branches bending over under the snow’s burden
I watch as the sun’s warmth weaken the snow’s grip,
causing small glistening snowstorms to flutter downward.I check on the nesting geese, standing on my toes to look in
They stretch their necks to check on my presence. All’s well.
Looking up, the sky seems bluer, no contrails, less pollution.
I listen to the quiet, the music that soothes this soul.I’m filled with gratitude for this wonderful world
and the gift of being present, a part of all this beauty.Yesterday’s storm has passed
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After quiet time, prayer and meditation,
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I made a french press of coffee, Heaven’s Blend
by name, then moved outside to sit in the sun.
In the warmth I read from Rilke’s Book of Hours,
and journaled thoughts. I focused on listening to
the sounds of nature, birds, wind, as their words
seem to soothe, heal and nurture me with a balm
rather than the pain brought on by the world’s news.
I think Gratitude is the word for this day.
Walked the dirt path at the Fisher Nature Area this morning
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I wanted to have my feet touch Mother Earth, not concrete.
Heard Blue Jays chasing one another with their raucous calls,
unintelligible gibberish, sounds angry. We don’t need that.
And, the chickadees with their simple “fee-bee” calls,
one heard over here, then one over there, social distancing?
A woodpecker drumming on some distant tree
They pause, listening for insects, then drum on.
Can’t miss the two joggers in their bright colored running gear,
then meet half dozen dogs walking their humans, on a leash.
With overcast skies, patches of blue and diffused light, and one
cottonwood leaf still holding on, made for a great start my day.
Before going to bed last night I decided I would go to Cups Coffee this morning and buy a latte. I ache inside for the small businesses struggling to stay in business so it was my way of supporting them. When I bought some food supplies yesterday I noticed they were open. They now have the shop completely quarantined, primarily taking call in orders only. I was able to step inside the front door, order my drink then step outside and wait for them bring it outside. That’s when this image was seen. Drink for the day was a matcha latte with lavender syrup. Much prefer honey rather than the lavender. I heard a new for many of us yesterday, we’re now called quarantiners. And, yes, Websters has that name in their dictionary. 🙂
I started working on a photography book well over a year ago where I intended to include excerpts from my journals along with some of my favorite images, primarily to leave for my children and grandchildren. About three months ago I read what I’d written, thought it was sh*t, told myself I’m not a writer and put it down. Well, this quarantine time beckoned me to look at what I could do with the writing. I’m not sure what but something happened. A clear mind maybe, but it began morphing into a style of writing I’m not used to. I’ve read several names and styles of writing called prose, poetry, haiku, poetic prose, poetic journals, and a bunch more. Anyway, I’m having fun with it. My last post had my feeble, and first, attempt to write in some form of poetic prose on this site.