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.
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.
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.
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..
No, not that kind of duck delight, you carnivorous foodies.
This kind of duck delight comes only when you happen to be a bird fanatic and move into a home with a huge pond in your back yard where all kinds of water birds visit or live every day.
The delight comes mighty early, depending on when I creep onto the lanai with coffee and make a bit of noise. This incites a voyage of serious fowl from across the pond to arrive with hungry, pitiful squawks for breakfast. These guys and gals are friendly but don’t play when it comes to getting their fair share.
A few strays flitted in near the end of breakfast and tried to fight for some tidbits, but the residents would have none of it and quickly sent them waddling..
We love our new neighbors, all of the two legged varieties. 😀 I might never leave this delightful place without putting up a fight.
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Today’s prompt was to use ght.
I have been working on freeing up some space. Just a test to see how I made out. If you see an image here, we may have a bit of hope. SO glad tomorrow is Friday. What about all of you? Think I will try to find a door…..
I still have some kinks to work out but I may be on to something. Oh yeah this was a favorite doorway from one of the plantation ruins in Florida. I miss our little adventures there. Oh, yeah, and all the sunshine. 🌞
The featured image is of the doorway to Ponce de Leon Lighthouse in Ponce Inlet, Florida, one of my favorite weekly destinations while living there.
In the past ten years I have been privileged and blessed to be able to see and photograph so many amazing animals in several states and even another country! While it would be impossible to choose a favorite, I have to pay special homage to my feathered friends who always show up when I bring my camera. They preen, clean, hunt, fish, flirt, fluff and fly for my viewing pleasure. At times I have felt they were asking to be captured in a photo for posterity.
Birds of prey fascinate me, the connection I feel with them very strong. The Osprey and Hawk are fiercely efficient hunters and fishers. It was not unusual to see them flying overhead with a fish or small animal in their clutches. On this particular day the adult osprey flew over the hood of our car right in the middle of Port Orange Florida, lunch firmly in its grip, and swooped into the tree in a nearby parking lot. You must know what happened next-one of hubby’s famous batwing u-turns to get me back to where that bird was about to enjoy its meal. Thank goodness for my zoom lens and the fact that my friend the Osprey was more enthralled with its fish than being concerned about what I was doing.
I hope you like my very #FeatheredFriday post! I plan to share more with you next week. Happy #Free48 everyone. You are welcome to join me in sharing your own #FeatheredFriday images and you can link back here in the comments if you like.