Posted by Pamela Leavey on February 19, 2012
We wait with anxious excitement as Winter wanes, for early signs of Spring.
This Winter has been so unseasonably warm and we’ve had no significant snow what-so-ever.
Today I discovered the first signs of early Spring in my front perrenial garden…
Three little newly sprouted yellow crocuses:
I could see signs of more crocuses sprouting through the garden, that sorely needs to be cleaned up… Keep sprouting little crocuses… I look forward to your purple friends to show their faces soon.
(Photo: Yellow Crocus on Point Shore in Amesbury, MA ~~ c. Pamela J. Leavey ~ February 19, 2012)
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Posted by Pamela Leavey on February 10, 2012
A deep contemplation today from J. Krishnamurti…
Awareness of outward things
If you are aware of outward things—the curve of a road, the shape of a tree, the colour of another’s dress, the outline of the mountains against a blue sky, the delicacy of a flower, the pain on the face of a passerby, the ignorance, the envy, the jealousy of others, the beauty of the earth—then, seeing all these outward things without condemnation, without choice, you can ride on the tide of inner awareness. Then you will become aware of your own reactions, of your own pettiness, of your own jealousies. From the outward awareness, you come to the inward; but if you are not aware of the outer, you cannot possibly come to the inner… When there is inward awareness of every activity of your mind and your body; when you are aware of your thoughts, of your feelings, both secret and open, conscious and unconscious, then out of this awareness there comes a clarity that is not induced, not put together by the mind. ~~ J. Krishnamurti: The Collected Works vol XV p 243
What do you see when you look around you… And how do you feel when you see it… I believe that “ride on the tide of inner awareness” we must see everything with an open heart that radiates love.
(Photo: Young Mute Swans at the Artichoke River Reservior ~ c. Pamela J. Leavey 2012)
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Posted by Pamela Leavey on February 3, 2012
I am strong enough to get through whatever life throws at me. There is an inner strength that flows through me like a river that runs through the earth’s surface. ~~ Pamela J. Leavey
(Photo: Merrimack River at Point Shore, July 2011 ~~ c. Pamela J. Leavey 2011)
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Posted by Pamela Leavey on January 27, 2012
Taken earlier this month at the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge… A Rough Legged Hawk in flight…
Sitting at my desk today, watching the rain pour down on the Merrimack River, I wish I could be like this lovely raptor, in flight.
(Photo: Rough Legged Hawk in Flight ~~ c. Pamela J. Leavey 2012)
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Posted by Pamela Leavey on January 20, 2012
It’s a beautiful day here on the river…
As I sit here at my desk, to my left I see the river sparkling with a fervent, intensely brilliant reflection of the sun. Not a cloud in the sky, with my desk facing south, the sun sits at 11:23 outside of my window.
To the right of my desk, outside of the bay window in which my desk sits, I watch as the ice floes float down stream, creating ever changing patterns.
Housebound as I am for a few more days, I am re-minded every day how blessed I am to live here on the river with my slivers of river views that constantly fill my heart and soul with love and gratitude.
The mighty Merrimack River is rooted in my body, mind and soul. As a small child I grew up along the river in West Newbury. At eleven, we moved to Newburyport and short walk to the Chain Bridge area.
It was one year after moving back to this area (a little over 3 years ago) when I realized that more than anything in this breathtakingly beautiful estuary, abundant in Mother Nature’s gifts, it was the river that most spoke to me.
She lifts me up, she carries me in her bouyant arms, like the mother and she lets my heart and soul float in her love.
(Photo: Winter On The Merrimack River ~~ c. Pamela J. Leavey 2012)
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Posted by Pamela Leavey on January 19, 2012
Trees in winter, stripped bare of their foliage often offer a view worthy of the interpretation of an artist’s eye:
While driving along the river the other day with my hiking partner, I noticed this Bird In A Tree.
As I continue to work through my photos and edit them, I plan to create an album of Mother Nature’s Art Work as exhibited in the bare trees.
(Photo: Bird In A Tree ~~ c. Pamela J. Leavey 2012)
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