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Food For Thought: Bare Vines

Bare vines

I cannot help but marvel at the intricate weave of the bare vines in the winter. As the leaves drop from tree and vine, the forest’s edge shows its barest bones in the bare vines wrapping themselves with no heed to the other, simply attaching themselves, winding and weaving, twisting and turning until there is no end to the circuitous woody vine starting somewhere in the ground and ending on occasion back where it started.

Are we not like vines, clinging to our roots in the earth, tenuous as they may be, reaching, stretching out for something to touch, something to hold on, something to wrap ourselves around in the midst of our joys and our pains. Yes, yes, we are as convoluted as the vines that twist and turn, seeking solace amongst each other, or simply partaking in the pleasure of communion amongst themselves. Yes, yes, we are as interwoven with each other as the vine and the tree.

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Food For Thought: Wonder

Sandy Point, Plum Island, Massachusetts

Without the state of wonder that blossoms when graced with the vision of nature we would surely be lost, for as I feast my eyes each day upon the river that fluxes with the tides afore my eyes, I am touched by the grace of the universe. The greatest gift to humankind is the world in which we live, the nature around us. The rivers and the seas, the mountains and the beaches, the sacred places, are where we must all go to unburden and renew. Wonder is what heals us. Wonder brings us joy. Wonder, that sense of pure awe that touches us in the midst of nature is the primal conduit of joy.

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Food For Thought: The Bend at Eagle’s Nest

Here at the bend in the river, at eagle’s nest, is where the sun glimmers on the water casting its shimmering light in such a manner that it illuminates my mind with both queries and answers simultaneously, for that beam of sun is so brilliant that I am blinded by its presence.

A million words race through my mind ricocheting off the water and tumbling down the river, running off to the sea. It is here in this curve of the river that I let go of a little pain and let in the glorious glow that I seek. I stop, I soak in the sun, and I turn back, warm and renewed, lighter, and brighter. I know the words I spilled down the river will return to me on the page. For it is here, I draft the questions that need answers. And, it is here, that the answers come to me. The light converging on the water, even in its palest or darkest glow, speaks to me, all knowing.

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Tiny Tender Tendrils

Tiny, tender tendrils of trees reached tenuously to the sky in askance for love and light on a raw fall day. The wind blew fiercely shaking the tiny tender tendrils of trees all about me, as I walked along the river. There were layers upon layer of colors and textures laying beyond the naked trees like soldiers standing steadfastly along the river. I saluted the shivering tendrils shaking in the brute wind and I walked on, seeking the sun, where the tiny, tender tendrils of trees did not stand saluting the cadmium sky.

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Ducks On The River

Ducks on the River
Ducks On The River
by Pamela Leavey

The line moves
Drawn and driven
By a finely feathered force

It fans outwards
Creating a palpable pattern
Of disruption.

They look like small children
Scampering about
On a green lawn—

They flap their wings
Suddenly, they lift off
Splashing the still water.

They spiral downward
Then swoop and swirl
On the wafting wind

They sweep, swerve
Swivel and dive
And then they diverge

Back into the motionless drink,
Creating fresh, fluid
Lines of movement.

Suddenly, the lines begin to dwindle
While they intermingle
Amidst the still steel blue water

Motion becomes
Barely perceptible—
Reflection resonates

As the still water
No longer replicates
The movement of mallards.

Originally published on Red Skies Magazine.

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A Snowy Day and a Makeover

My website has been ignored of late. Actually, truth be told, for quite some time. There’ll be more about that at a later date, hopefully sooner than later. So, today, with fluffy snow falling since morning, I decided to give PamelaLeavey.com a makeover.

It’s always good to have a fresh slate to work on. The update to a new theme looks and feels clean and fresh, like the snow on the ground today.

Point Shore Amesbury, MA

It’s been good to be productive today, and I hope this is a sign of more of that to come…

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