My vow during this time of seclusion, introspection, redirection and rejuvenation is to post something of value each day. Something to give a smile, a moment of reverie or a sweet remembrance. Today I’m sharing a bit of humor from the guys who patrol our little lake. Take a peek to see what they are Up to.
Stay well, enjoy your time off, and don’t worry. Be happy for the free moments in your life.
New post over at Dreaming Existence. I hope you have time to stop by. It’s brief but pointed. I am feeling very discouraged about what I thought was the existence of human decency. This week has shown me a lot of rising ugly behavior and it is quite frightening. Many wish to turn their heads or worse yet, egg it on. It disgusts me on so many levels. The lid to Pandora’s box has been opened and the latch broken. My own dream is rapidly turning into a nightmare.
On the post you will find a photo of an American Bald Eagle. Here I have posted the image of a baby Osprey I had the pleasure of sharing some precious moments with after its maiden flight from the nest. If not for the little miracles…
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true..
Old man, take a look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were…..
Seeing these moss- bearded ancient trees brought to mind an old favorite song of mine. You are amazing, Mr Young.
*Beauty, courtesy of Mother Nature and the tender care of Florida Sugar Mill Gardens friends..
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….
“What a beautiful flower,” she said as she passed by.
A world of wonder when viewed with a keen eye.
We could take a cue from our little friends
about the nature of cohabitation, cooperation
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.
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.
At times I trudge through my life, sometimes with steps as light as air, yet often as though pulling lead balls chained to my ankles; still, I find constant comfort in the face of Nature. We have had a dreary sort of Winter, although the holidays were bright and full. The unrest in the world is palpable, carried on the chilly wind and hanging in the raindrops that seem endless on every weekend that comes around here in Georgia.
Yesterday was a reprieve and I was determined to find solace in the free blessings and gifts of Mother Earth. The message in her soul is always the same, so clear and encouraging, sometimes more so in those arenas made by humans to showcase her handiwork.
We are here!!!
Each face is as unique as our own, their expression and exuberance so real you can almost hear their voices singing for the change of season. I believe Nature’s joy in Spring is contagious. Can you hear them?
And waking fresh from Winter’s Sleep
Sharing the warmth of beginnings
We raise our voices to the Light
Spring tiptoes in on velvet slippers,
Peering around dark corners and waiting in the shadows,
lest the jealous heart of Jack Frost linger to nip her nose
or sting her toes…
Would that I could soar and fly
on dragon wings into the sky.
the bees might envy me-
Excuse me, Sir, are you going my way?
Alas, my human body is bound
upon this thawing, sacred ground
called terra firma.
My dreams can fly!
As I peer into the laughing face of Sunshine, teasing us from moment to moment..
With Nature as my muse, you see?
But vigilance and care must reign
or all was labor thus in vain.
We must not let the forever sun set on the Creator’s gift.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls.
It tolls for thee and me and we,
but never they…
For Nature always finds a way…….
Today’s images brought to you courtesy of the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, an ever evolving transformational vista of living beauty, located right in the heart of an enormous, bustling city. It can be done when we nurture the spirit of life and give her room to blossom!