Dangling in the Shadows #photography

There is peace in the shadows.

There is reprieve from heat and rest from toiling.

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There is silence, cool and large.

There is silence beating in time with Nature’s heart.

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Sweet whispers pass like lovers’ vows,

Pink kisses drawn from soft round cheeks-

stealing golden moments.

Steal away

into the shadows…

Cheryl KP

Copyright words and images 2019

 

 

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A Little Help #Nature

As usual, I spent time outdoors over the #Free48 and being in the garden means seeing some of my favorite tiny friends. I was preparing to fertilize my blooming plants and went for my hose when I noticed this lady in a bit of a treacherous situation. Within a couple of hours the sun would be scorching…

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I tried getting her rolled over with a stick but she just didn’t grasp it. I tried to pick her up but she got frightened and her wings went berserk. Eventually she clung to the stick and we got her relocated to a nearby potted plant. She quickly snuggled in among the leaves.

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I checked in on her throughout the day but she remined hidden in the plant. I hope it wasn’t near the end of her life;  but if so, at least she was able to slip away in the cool of the shadows rather than blister in the 90 degree torture.

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They are so other worldly looking..

This has been a record Summer of the Cicada around here and I consider it a good omen. Here is a bit about the nature and life of the Cicada as a spirit totem:

The cicada is an ancient symbol with themes of resurrection, imortality, spiritual realization and spiritual ecstasy.

For many,  the Cicada represent personal change, renewal, rebirth and transformation. Unlike the butterfly or moth, the Cicada does not go through a complete metamorphosis and has no pupal state. They represent what they were as a nymph and all the glory of what they become in their adult form.

The presence of Cicada teaches us about qualities such as restoration and tolerance as well as a strong connection with Mother Earth.

It represents a time to be honest with oneself. When we fall into the comfort of pleasing others we tend to live make-believe lives.

Through the connection of the soul to Cicada, one is able to remember all the truths that have been long buried. Forgotten thoughts and ideas rise to the surface once more, allowing us to tap into them easily.

Its voice assures us that we are of utmost importance and we can use our own voices to effectively communicate our true selves and there is no need to live under anyone’s shadow.

Plus, they sing so beautifully!

But only the males…big showoffs!

It’s Magic…

Most people close to me understand that while I am quite practical about many things, I also have a very open mind and an even more open heart when it comes to the mystical, magical, ethereal possibilities that exist. A lot of folks have no trouble believing in angels and even ghosts, but simple things like visible energy or communication between worlds is too ‘big’ for them to consider worth contemplating.

Whatever you want to believe, I often experience little magical miracles that occur when I least expect them and need them most. The miracles in my days are often tiny, like the small creatures that crawl or flit into view that I am sometimes able to capture with a camera. Since I, too, often feel unnoticed and insignificant, these creatures loom large in my radar and I want to share their magnificence with the world.

Bees have been prolific this hot, humid Summer. They have presented in all shades, colors and sizes in great numbers. My little garden has become a haven for winged things, many of whom I have shared with you already. I can often tell when one of my tiny friends is waning. A butterfly that sits too long on the bloom and will crawl willingly onto a finger is usually found dead soon after. The same goes for bees lingering too long or moving too slowly.  A few days ago there was a tiny bee who stayed in my garden for most of the day, crawling among my pink coneflowers, barely moving from bloom to bloom. It allowed me to get really close for photos and even hung around during the regular run of the sprinkler. I joked that our little friend was enjoying a spa day!

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Since we have had temps in the 90’s it seemed our tiny pollinator was enjoying the refreshing shower. Although nearly invisible compared to the larger bumblebees and carpenter bees that visit, this little beauty was delicate and magnificent.

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As far as I knew it was still around when we turned in for the night. The next morning the bee was gone but there had been a bit of early morning rain which left lots of lovely drops everywhere. Dewdrops and raindrops are in my top ten favorite things to photograph so I immediately started snapping photos with my phone. I made my way around the garden and ended up by the birdbath. To my great sorrow, I spotted my little bee guest floating near the edge, dead. I was saddened but not surprised. I took it out of the water and laid it in the dirt to be a part of the garden. 😔

When I began editing my photos I was delighted and not surprised to see beautiful, delicate little orbs around the cone flowers where my bee spent the last day of its life.

I have to say here that I have had all sorts of light anomolies in photos and definitely know how to recognize sunlight orbs and dust particles as well as mist spots. I have also taken photos that had orbs in them where none of these influences were present.

What are they? I can only guess. I personally feel they are energy, energy tied to extreme emotional responses. But that is my unscientific supposition. Then again, I am not a scientist. I am merely an observer and willing participant in this madly intriguing walk we call life. I will continue to watch for miracles, lift up the unseen into the light of appreciation, and accept what gifts the universe chooses to give me.

You look. You decide.

Just imagine the possibilities..

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#1LinerWednesday

Gotta’ Find Some Grub

I love the weekend. Not just because I don’t have to get up before the sun, force myself to face the shower and go to work, but because of all the wonderful opportunities these 48 hours afford me.

I usually start my weekend with coffee on the back porch, phone and camera at the ready, just in case something miraculous comes along. As usual there was no shortage of such miracles today and perhaps I will share more of them later.

The other great thing about weekends is that I have the chance to work on my creative projects. Since I work out of our dining area which faces the back porch, I can still watch for little surprises now and then.

This afternoon brought one such unexpected delight. We usually see Zippy, our resident chipmunk, or one of his relatives and descendents darting across the yard or hanging near the edge of the porch just daydreaming; but  by the time I grab my camera the visitors have disappeared. Today I was stealthier than my little friend, or perhaps he was just distracted by hunger and determination. Either way I managed to photograph his little adventure.

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Man, I’m hungry!
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I know just where to go!
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I’ll just dash in here for a bit of grub..
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Upsie daisy!
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Just..one..more..push..
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Those leaves were jiggling, folks.
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Ahhh…just the grub I was looking for.

Literally. 🙊

In a flash he was off into the bushes again. And we have solved the mystery of the smashed leaves on our plant from time to time.

I just can’t get past the cuteness, even though he looks like a fancy rat. 😉💕

I hope you find whatever thrills you and fills you this weekend.

One Day at a Time #1LinerWednesday

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I am still having issues with space, but have been working to free some up so that I can stay connected with you guys here in the Blogosphere. I value the connections I have made with so many talented, beautiful souls. May your day be beautifully filled with Love, Light and opportunity.

And please be safe out there on this holiday!

Hugs,

Cheryl

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