Ode to the Whip-poor-will: When Darkness Falls

As a small child living in rural Massachusetts on summer nights, I would fall asleep to the call of the Eastern Whip-poor-will. When Darkness Falls is my ode to the climate change endangered Whip-poor-will…

Whip-poor-will_flying_AudubonWhen darkness falls
And the night is still,
I think of the lonely Whip-poor-will
Who calls his name out
To the night
Like longing plea to end his plight.
Yet who’s to say his cry be right
For he alone does know his cry
What voice he speak
I only can try
To listen deeply in the still
To know what be the Mighty will
And yet I long to hear
His mournful plea
To answer yet the plea
Of mine own heart
When darkness falls
And the night is still
I think of the lonely Whip-poor-will.
~ © Pamela Leavey

From Audubon on the Eastern Whip-poor-will:

The Eastern Whip-poor-will is strictly nocturnal and stays hidden for the most of the day, only coming out in the evening to forage for insects. It’s most active in the dim light of dawn and dusk, but may continue foraging all night if the moon is bright enough. During the breeding season, it lays its eggs directly on the forest floor, where the parents take turns incubating them. Mostly a solitary creature, the bird spends most of its resting time perched motionless and alone in low-hanging branches.

Daily Affirmations: I Live in the Now

Today, I re-mind myself that the re-living past transgressions serves no purpose in my life. I strive today and everyday to be in the moment; I live in the now. In truth, there is this moment in time and only this moment in time, as we pass through this life. I look to find presence, grace, peace and joy in each moment as they come. Namaste… Pamela

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I Will Not Die, Nor Wither On the Vine

I will not diepinkroses
Nor wither on the vine,
With out you
In my life;
For I am like a rose
That shall bloom
Forever in the light.
I will not mourn
Forever the passing,
Of your touch
Upon my soul;
For I am like a star
That shall shine
Forever in the night.
I will not wake at
At daybreak,
And wish to hear
Your gentle voice;
For I am like the sun
That shall glow
Forever with all my might.

Food For Thought: The Battles are the Lessons

Sometimes we hold our hearts behind a shield of our own making. For some of us have been through many battles. The battles are the lessons that are oft hard won, and sometimes lost. Yet, we rise with tenacity of a seasoned warrior, for we know there are miracles waiting for us in the smallest of coincidences.

Life wears us down sometimes and we become weary from the battles. The older we get, sometimes the harder it seems to be to bounce back and come out fighting again…

Sometimes we hold our hearts behind a shield of our own making. For some of us have been through many battles. The battles are the lessons that are oft hard won, and sometimes lost. Yet, we rise with tenacity of a seasoned warrior, for we know there are miracles waiting for us in the smallest of coincidences.

Don’t let your shield thwart your own happiness.

Food For Thought: Loving the Troubled Soul

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I was reminded again recently that life is short. Some of us live with the understanding that our lives are filled with lessons, some are joyful lessons and some are painful lessons. And, some of us live our lives forever chasing demons from our soul in the most self destructive of ways. Continue reading

Food For Thought: Moving On

I had had my heart set for a few months now to move to a new apartment. I had two criteria that mattered most, after living in a downtown apartment with no yard or view. I was looking for “a place with a yard’ and “a room with a view.” Quietly, I set my intent out into the Universe and the Universe answered at exactly the right time. I’m moving on… The view and the yard are awesome. It is time for a change and I am so ready for it.

Moving is a wonderful thing because it opens the channels to new energy. The moment I stepped out of my car at my new place I felt like I was home. And I walked across the threshold of the back door, into the old mud room, I knew I was home. And then I say the view from the living room, and walked up the stairs to take in the view from the front bedroom. Ah… There’s no place like home. I had found my new home.  Continue reading