Quetzal Magic

Tropical Affair

As promised, I am here once again to share more of our Costa Rica adventures, this time reliving our vacation experience in the mountains along the Savegre River.  It was on this visit, while staying at the Savegre Mountain Lodge, that I had my very first “birding” experience and fell in love with the wonder and magic of photographing the abundant wildlife of Costa Rica. I have been photographing wildlife whenever possible in the different places we have lived for some time, but the opportunities within this country are limitless. I only hope to continue to have more adventures and the chance to capture the magic of life in the natural world here.

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It was here in this room that I began each day of our stay at Savegre Mountain Lodge. We began the day with breakfast from the buffet in the lovely restaurant there. We decided to take the…

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Faeries Have Arrived… #Photography

Not five minutes after I mentioned that the last to visit my garden were the faeries, I got a surprise! This beauty showed up and stayed with mein the garden, even allowing me to catch a few photos. I would swear it set this one up as a pose!

 

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Hello Faerie Prince!
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Yes, I have your good side

 

I hope you each have miraculous moments in your week, those brief reposes that, in the blink of an eye, will rejuvenate your soul, quench your thirst for magnificence and encourage you on your path.

Love and Light always,

Cheryl

In Another Dream

Somehow in this life, this dream, I have challenged myself to function in a most analytical arena, stretching my powers of detailed memory and patience, compassion and  tolerance often to the edge of snapping. I love good communication with my fellow humans; however a work environment leaves little time or condusence to pleasant, equal exchange and yet I must communicate all day long. By the time I get home I long to slip out of my work scrubs, slip into comfy clothes, make a drink and sit outside. That is where my truest connections seem to be.

The world beyond our ordinary scope of viewing is vast, fascinating and ever changing. Most people aren’t aware of the precesses going on above, below and around them as they sleep walk through so many of their life moments.

I could bemoan the fact that, if only I’d waited a bit longer before making some of my life choices, I might have chosen a different path. An entimologist? Ornothologist? Veterinarian? The truth is that, although the world of Science and Nature fascinates me, along with all the interesting facts and discoveries that are made daily; I would be bored in a labarotory doing calculations, looking into microscopes and possibly seeing things that would make me sad.

What I really love is just observing the small things that show up whenever I feel down, when beauty seems elusive and my heart is heavy. Just watching how they seem to delight in their work that goes on each and every moment for the survival of their, as well as our, species eases my weary soul.

Have a look through the lens and see what I see….

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“What a beautiful flower,” she said as she passed by.

A world of wonder when viewed with a keen eye.

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No rest for the busy tiny overlooked bee
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Yet she seems happy scooping pollen up so lovingly

 

We could take a cue from our little friends

about the nature of cohabitation, cooperation

and sharing.

 

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Each so busy with its work to mind the other. Soon they may switch places.
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Such a lovely busy bee, pays no mind to me..

Unless I get too close!

My faery friends have been slow to show themselves but we have had some interesting moths lately. Many I have never seen before.

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I’ve said it before but it bears repeating.

Take a moment to look beyond what you expect to see. Open your heart and soul to the connectedness of the All That Is. Think about being social with a different kind of network.

They were here first..

This post is part of  Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. Visit her blog for links to more great prompts and meet some fine bloggers.

For some lessons on good social behavior you should pop over to the bar and chat with Dan of No Facilities.

Happy Free 48!

 

Come to the Cone! #flowers #photography

Since we lived in Costa Rica I have been addicted to photographing all things small-those magical wonders so easily passed over and subsequently ill appreciated.

It was a simple thrill for me to photograph small gardens where butterflies fed on the nectar of cone flowers as bees gathered golden treasure to spread from bloom to bloom before returning to the hive in a world where the secret life of insects played out while we went about our own doings, all too often oblivious to such miracles.

I simply had to have cone flowers in my space this season; and although they are in pots, I am nurturing them to welcome all small creatures who come to pay homage to The Cone.

Here are a few of the earliest visitors.

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The Imposter, with false feelers on its wings to fool predators
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The Alien with its metallic like body
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The Doppleganger beetle, looking like a small chic cockroach
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See the intricate design swirls on its back?

Now, if you are waiting on the edge of your seat for the scientific facts about these small wonders, you should relax, sit back and remember that I am merely the eye of the photographer who draws attention to these tiny treasures. I am not an entomologist. But I would like to learn more about these insects. Maybe when I finish taking photos….

Whose Line Is It, Anyway? #1LinerWed Badge Contest

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“Hey, whose line is it anyway?”

 

While many things brought me great pleasure in our months of living in Costa Rica, I have to admit that none could elicit a joyful thrill in my soul as much as my little Monotiti buddies showing up. In our little ‘jungle house’ they passed through every morning and every afternoon on their way to the beaches in search of food, fun and fooling around before the trek back to refuge of the jungle.

I have taken dozens and dozens of photos of these beautifully rambunctious and loving animals, mesmerized by their keen attention, their habitual nature and sharp memeory, and their very strong sense of community and affection.

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Palm fruits were down on the list but often what remained to eat
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Resting on my porch railing

I have enjoyed sharing one of our monkey pals with everyone over the past year as part of the #OneLinerWed prompt from dear Linda Hill. I decided to join the badge contest again and turned once more to my little friends in paradise, who always seemed to be ‘hanging on the line’ for one reason or another. The image at the top is my submission this year. If you aren’t weary of cuteness, then please vote for my pals. Just scurry over to the link above for Linda’s poll on Monday June 10th to vote! (Pssst…that’s tomorrow) You’ll see a lot of great entries too.

They would love the attention!

Pura Vida!

The Divine Matrix

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I know I’m pulling into the station late, but here I am and trying to do my best with the #SoCS prompt from Linda Hill.

Quantum Physics has intrigued me since I first began delving into metaphysical possibilities. Of course, some scientists may not like me using the term metaphysical in the same sentence as a scientific process; however, most scientific professionals I come in contact with on a regular basis all say the same thing about the Quantum realm of physics.

“I just can’t wrap my head around it.”

I do understand the term, especially among critical thinking individuals, but that is the whole point of Quantum Physics after all. It moves beyond the practical, critical, wrap-your-mind-around-it kind of Science that takes prevalence in our functioning world.

I read The Divine Matrix by Gregg Braden over ten years ago and it really resonated with me. It didn’t surprise me a bit that this was the book nearest me when I followed the prompt and reached for it. Here is the passage my mind’s eye chose through my eager fingertip!

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Simply stated most of the premise of this book revolves around the idea that we create out world through our own thought process. This goes hand in hand with the ideas behind the Law of Attraction. What one puts out into the universe in essence becomes their reality. We draw unto us what we focus on, both positive and negative. In this book Braden explores the idea that questions what true ‘reality’ is, with regard to all facets of life, health and awareness. It seems similar to me to the timeless question, “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?”

In other words, do our perceptions and projected ideas influence the outcome of our reality? I don’t want to go into the ideas fully here, but I recommend this and other works by Mr. Braden. There are many thought provoking suggestions in his books.

And if you’re thirsty, stop by Dan’s place. I’m sure there’s a cold one ready for you.

If we do create our reality, I want to create a beautiful place, don’t you?

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Finding Food #1LinerWednesday

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“Hey, a guy’s gotta’ eat!”

During the time we lived in Costa Rica, I had the opportunity to observe and photograph so many beautiful and interesting animals and insects. During our own Spring here in the US, they are going through the hot, humid season that precedes the rainy months in CR, when things are washed down and made ready for the renewal that comes for them during our cold Winter months. During this hot time the natural fruits and vegetation that many of the animals feed on becomes very sparse. They get really resourceful in order to survive. This Capuchin monkey was using a piece of bark shredded from a cut tree to dig around inside for the termite delicacy he dined on. A lot of work for a small reward. We could learn a lot by looking more closely at this world’s original inahbitants.

Check out Linda’s space for more great #1LinerWednesday posts and enter her badge contest for the next year’s running.

As the World Falls Down..

Of late I have been avoiding the overwhelming feelings that wait at my heart’s door. The tap, tapping of despair, frustration, anxiety and disappointment wait, torches held high and voices crying out, to rouse my soul into complete and utter fear over what is becoming of this world. While there has always been chaos and disorder on the outside, beyond the borders of this country, I had a sense of things being generally alright in my own little space of it. Perhaps it was naivety or willfull ignorance, or a bit of both. Now that disaster seems determined to invite itself upon us here in the ‘land of the free’, and with my advancing age, my sense of well being and security grows less steady.

So, since there is limitation to what I can do ‘out there’, I turn once again within. If I can create harmony within my soul, find peace in my own being, and create at least a small space of beauty to retreat to, then there is one iota of positive change in the Creator’s world.

Hubby and I have been working hard to get our little garden thriving and are hoping these sweltering days don’t prove stronger than its will to survive. It has become a nice little haven for me lately. I hope we all have a brighter, more positive week ahead.

David Bowie has long been a favorite of mine and Labyrinth remains one of the best musical family films ever made.

Enjoy!

Thank you Mr Bowie, for being brilliant. We miss you!

 

Sweet Captivity

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Somewhere~

in the silent breath twixt unconcious bliss

and first morning light’s dewy kiss

my soul stands still,

my mind’s free will

unfettered by the constraints

of cruel convention,

what strange dimension

of perfect comprehension,

the bliss of awakening.

Gone the phantasm of night,

its war of demons driven back

by crystal shards of daylight~

my heart softly weeps

for the memory sleeps

on within its cell,

magic’s darkest spell

lingering,

fingering

the rusty keys,

tormenting,

unrelenting.

The choice  my own,

the seeds were sown

so long ago.

How could I know 

such sweet  fruit

would wither, rotten

in the garden of the forgotten,

where silence is not golden

but deafeningly black and blue~

It waits there for you.

 

Cheryl KP copyright words and images 2019

This post brought to you by blogger Linda Hill

Check out her blog for other great posts and prompts!

And if you’re in the mood for more foggy tales, visit Dan at the bar today