Seeing the bee this way made me consider the current mood of the world right now. Check out my thoughtsHere
To disappear within the velvet
shadows, exploring perfection’s
breathe in the scent of desire,
sweet and heady, comes the fire-
tears of ecstasy and sorrow
for the glare of tomorrow
creeps over the horizon
steal away the sultry, steamy
hallows where longing lingers,
draw back the curtain
the awful sin
No one watches, nor hears
as satisfaction disappears
waiting in vain for judgement.
No one cares.
To disappear again….
Cheryl KP copyright words and image 2019
a state of rest, sleep or tranquility..
a state of resting after exertion or strain..
a place of rest…
lack of activity…
cessation or absence of activity, movement, or animation..
to lie at rest, to lie dead, to remain still or concealed…
to take a rest, to rest for support…
What place is this, such promise be
where soul finds peace, tranquility?
Thus waits the cool and shadowy balm
that fills the troubled heart with calm.
Where time stands still, they lay their fears
and soft, the light will dry their tears.
Sweet rest, for hope doth thus suppose
salvation found in sweet repose.
Copyright words and image 2019
If you think that nature is accidental, without order or purpose, or that what we do has no impact on its metabolism, then you aren’t looking closely…
We are all leaders and followers, explorers and sages, lost and found, stumbling around in a daze, the days float by like wispy clouds across the landscape of evolution, revolution simmers within the soul of forgotten dreams, what seems to be is not and up is down, the quaking ground disintegrates while we dance upon its face and disgrace the toils of our ancestors, blaming them for not foreseeing our arrogance and gluttony, the litany of progress and technology drowning out the cacophony of the Earth’s despairing cry-“Hear me!”
Every living thing, every cell within existence, is part of the never ending chain. What seems minuscule to us is in turn herculean to another, right down to a single celled organism. You can’t idolize Science when it heals you, gives you technology and progress, then deny it when it tells you something that is frightening, undeniable and imminent.
Look closely. It isn’t just about you or me. There are others who stand to lose and be lost, generations denied their own opportunities if we don’t accept responsibility and work for change.
Please…don’t break the chain.
Look closely at this image. At first glance the tiny photo-bomber seems like an ant. It isn’t. It is just a tinier version, looking up to our tiny friend who looks up to another who looks up to another, who looks up…
There is peace in the shadows.
There is reprieve from heat and rest from toiling.
There is silence, cool and large.
There is silence beating in time with Nature’s heart.
Sweet whispers pass like lovers’ vows,
Pink kisses drawn from soft round cheeks-
stealing golden moments.
into the shadows…
Copyright words and images 2019
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!
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.
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..
shine with a soft tremulous light
glint, glisten, flicker, twinkle, sparkle, flash,
scintilate, flare, glare, gleam, glow, glimmer,
glitter, dance, blink, wink
She sings and stings,
her gossamer wings
caress the winds,
the blossom bends
to her desire
to light the fire-
light grows dimmer,
CKP copyright photo and words
The weekend blessed us with mild temps and no thunderstorms. I showed my gratitude by going outside as much as possible.
Just look what I found!
There were also birds and chipmunks and squirrels and oh! I even had a hummingbird visit me while in the back yard. It was too elusive for my camera though.
I saw so many beautiful things I just wanted to dance!
Apparently so did my little furry friend. Be careful where you step this month!
We loved this movie when I was a kid…
I you haven’t been there already, stop by Dan’s place and have a cold one. Better leave off the glass though..just ask Dan.
More than what you see
this mystery of me,
in dusty haze
its sultry ways
lest you look too close,
lest you find
the buzz and fluff
and busy stuff
a soul so bare-
Do you dare
where it hides
hoping you see,
the truth that is me-
Cheryl KP copyright 2019
Today’s #SoCS prompt was to give instructions for anything you know how to do. This particular project has been an ongoing one for me with over 60 years of research and experience at this point. While I am, admittedly, no expert, the method I have presented has proven to be the most effective for maximum enjoyment and minimum discomfort.
That little bee moth in the last photo was drowning until I helped him out with a piece of landscape bark. He instantly flew off, breathing in…breathing out…
Happy #Free48 dear friends and check out what is going on at the Crossroads via Dan’s post today.