Author: Pamela Leavey

Perspective

January 5, 2023

Perspective is relative… West Quoddy Light House at Quoddy Head, Maine.

West Quoddy Head Lighthouse is located at the easternmost point of the continental United States. When you see this lighthouse, you can easily getting the feeling that perspective is all relative. One also understands that time is relative there as well… It’s an absolute gorgeous place to watch the first sunrise in the country, which takes place roughly one hour before the rest of the east coast, as West Quoddy Lighthouse is technically in the Atlantic Time Zone.

West Quoddy Lighthouse is part of Quoddy Head State Park. The first tower built in 1808 by orders from President Thomas Jefferson. The current lighthouse tower that stands was built in 1858. Quoddy Head State Park is comprised of 541 protected coastal acres with stunning views of the Atlantic Ocean and Grand Manan Island in the Bay of Fundy. A visit to Quoddy Lighthouse is a must see if you are traveling along Maine’s Bold Coast.

Quoddy Light No. 1

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Quoddy Light No. 2

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Quoddy Light No. 3

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Quoddy Light No. 4

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December 1, 2022

From my Pandemic Garden…

A Goldfinch Ponders…

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Poem of the Day: Holy Longing

October 26, 2022

I ran across this lovely poem on Facebook today. It spoke to me, I hope it speaks to you.

Holy Longing by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven’t experienced this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.

Blessed be…

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Reflections: A Sacred Grove

June 2, 2022

Grove of Trees and Rhododendrons in Maudslay State Park

I wandered through the forest, lost and bereft, until I came across a sacred grove. The tree in the center was broken and battered like me, yet its form was that of a cross. Not unlike myself when I extend my arms up to shoulder height and hold them there. But I was too tired to stand there like the tree with my arms held aloft. It was no small thing just to be present most days, let alone holding a pose. So, I sat in the center of the sacred grove and I asked the tree for some of its strength.

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What If A Tulip Sprang?

May 26, 2022

A new poem about what can grow in our heart space…

What If A Tulip Sprang? 

What if a tulip sprang,
from my heart? 
What if the tender sprouts
rose up from my heart
until they became leaves
that spread
within my heat space,
healing
my weary soul. 

Oh, those strong green leaves
rising from the Earth,
do they not form
the shape of
the bottom of
the heart.
They are the base
that holds up
the flower. 

The stem begins to grow. 
It is taller than
the leaves 
and on top of the stem
forms a bud. 
The bud begins to grow.
Soon that bud
Presents the faint hint
of color. 

Then the bud
begins to open. 
It forms fully into
a ripe tulip
rich with hues
of magenta, 
white and green. 
No ordinary tulip,
this one. 

This tulip
It unfolds all ruffly
like a skirt with a petticoat
and that is the crux
of its beauty. 
Each petal is a piece
of my heart. 
Each petal is a layer
of my life. 

Each petal 
is the soft,
sweet,
gentle space
I hold
In my heart. 
What if 
a tulip sprang
from my heart? 

If a tulip sprang
from my heart, 
it would surely signify
my heart is open,
and I too 
can unfold
like the ruffled tulip
that sprang up
from the Earth.

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A Shadow of Myself

May 22, 2022

A Shadow of Myself

Here I stand, 
a shadow of myself,
looking for a familiar posture.

A shadow of myself 
peers through the lens 
of my camera

Looking for 
the woman
I used to be.

I, the me’s
I used to be,
strong and tenacious. 

Now I stand shakily 
on solid ground.
A shadow of myself. 

Strength replaced
by pain and worry.
I am but a shadow of myself. 

In my mind
my thoughts drift back
to the me’s I used to be.

Now I see shadows
where I was once
strong. 

Now I see shadows,
my tenacity
is gone. 

Here I stand, 
a shadow of myself,
looking for a familiar connection.

Pamela Leavey

Perspective

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