The PeaceWithin

Anyone who has ever followed my blog or knows me well understands my idea of peace. While I continue to envision and pray for universal peace, I know that true peace can only be found within each soul individually. Every one of us is responsible for finding that place which  we can retreat to for solace, comfort and the assurance that all will be well in our souls.

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For those who accept the idea that our lives are guided by a higher power, Peace then comes in that knowledge and acceptance, each finding their own way of communion with Spirit. What name this guiding force is called matters not. If universal naming were important we would all be in trouble here.

What matters most is that every living thing find a common pulse, that place in which we all become one, even for a moment. Call it prayer, meditation, communion or simply quieting the mind from the constant chatter that we have come to know as commonplace in our lives.

The peace I find comes in the shade of the Creator’s Love, this beautiful spinning orb of rock, water, gases and cellular magnificence we call Earth..and home. I spent my Thanksgiving breathing, relaxing and being. I spent yesterday reveling in our home and its inhabitants. This is my church and these are my fellow worshippers. We are thankful for our breath and what each if us knows as perfection in life. The genuine moments of peace that sustain us through hardship and loss. These are the gifts, the treasure, the cool shade of a Love that knows no limit.

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Snowy egret in Canaveral Seashore National Reserve
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We take wing when fear consumes us. Or we trust in Spirit and wait
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Can you hear them whispering?
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I missed seeing my hawk friends so often

 

 

It is a good thing to find joy wherever you may be. It is another to be in a place where joy bombards you from all directions. For me that place is within the living world.

May you find a reason to be thankful in every day.

This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.

If our walk made you thirsty, head on over to Dan’s place. They are serving up cold ones in spite of the impending snow predictions. 😉

I’m In!

Dear Lord I can’t believe it. After weeks of being too

a) stressed

b) busy

c) uninspired

d) busy

e) couldn’t get into my account!

I finally remembered the secret password to get into my own space once again. But, now what to do with such freedom? Since returning from our wonderful trip to visit all the grandchildren Life has been so hectic, yet without exploration, sans excursions and short on inspiration. Sigh..

I am hoping  anticipating new adventures coming up soon that I can share with you. For now we are in flux, transition and eyeball deep in moving boxes. Stay tuned, for I miss sharing beautiful things with you all. Meanwhile, I am trying to catch up on blog posts but forgive me for being so far behind. I’m still here, still love your words and images, and am still seeking the small and mighty miracles in this insane world we call life.

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My guys
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Laughter in the cemetery is a must
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This memorial to honor fallen firefighters was moving
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From any angle the statue was striking
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There are quite a few famous and infamous people buried here

Some of the more famous people buried in Wyuka Cemetery are George Starkweather and Gordon McRae.

We didn’t get to see every marker but my little buddy helped me to find many very interesting headstones. It was beautiful and nippy there in Cornhusker land. What a grand time seeing everyone.

I always feel like the silence of the cemetery welcomes life and laughter with open arms, like they are  saying,

“Thanks for remembering us here.”
Stay tuned…I’ll be back when life slows down to a dull roar. Meanwhile, a word from Ghandi…

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What He Knows/Poetry

 

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The angels plucked heart’s hopeful strings

and delivered him with gentle wings-

a whisper only he could hear,

and he knew.

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“You are the treasure, never doubt

the miracle this life’s about.”

His soul rejoiced within the peace

of knowing-and it

smiled.

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Before they gave complete control

to those whose arms did thus enfold,

the angels kissed the velvet cheek

of one so precious, new and meek.

“What now is known, shall fade away

into the days of childish play

until, once more, the soul shall yearn

to quench the fire inside that burns.

‘Tis then dear one, you look within

beyond the aging, thickened skin.

You will recall with new delight

the treasure resting out of sight,

and yours to give away at last-

be quick!

The memory fades too fast.

What went before shall be again,

a glimpse, magnificent and then

just out of reach…

the Secret.

 

For you, dear one.

Cheryl KP copyright 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shimmer #Photography

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Shimmer//

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-

perpetual  motion,

Creation’s devotion,

light grows dimmer,

inspires the

shimmer…

CKP copyright photo and words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

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….

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!