Pamela Leavey

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Photo of the Day: A Goldfinch Ponders

From my Pandemic Garden…

A Goldfinch Ponders…

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Reflections: Switching Things Up

I’ve been working this week on switching things up a little. Change is always good, I believe. It gives us a chance to get rid of things that no longer work for us and start something new. Or it gets us back into an old habit that we dropped and needed to put back in our lives. Or maybe we start a new relationship or find a new job. Whatever the change is, when you set your mind to switching things up, stuff happens, because intent works. Coincidences happen for a reason. All that stuff, that reminds us that the Universe is working in our favor. Oh, that the Universe always worked in our favor. Wouldn’t that be grand. We should all be so lucky, but life and the Universe don’t work that way. So when it does, remember to be grateful for the changes that happen for the better. I like to think that when things go wrong, something better will come along. It usually works out that way, think about that a little…

There’s an old French Proverb, “Gratitude is the heart’s memory.” How beautifully true that sentiment is, for when we ware grateful, our heart soars. When we switch things up a little, our mind is soaring to new heights, heading in new directions. It is freeing. It is liberating. As we lift off from the ground on our new adventure, we feel the air around us changing. Our hearts are beating like the beating of wings, repetitively and reverberant. We fly on, grateful…

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Poetry: Bird Highway

Bird Highway, by Pamela Leavey 

Bird highway 
with lots of 
fast food stops 
all around 
the house.
Cardinals
in pairs,
Sparrows
by the dozen.
Why lately
we’ve spotted
six Bluebirds
almost daily.
The Bluebirds 
are special.
They are
of course—
The Bluebird
of Happiness.
Look, look
at me,
said the bird
in the tree.
What if
you were 
like me
flying free.
Fill the suet,
stock the seed
we will all
be by to sing
our songs.
All different,
our colors. 
All vibrant
our feathers
as delicate
as a breeze.
If you build
a bird 
highway,
They will
make it
their regular
flyway.

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Quote of the Day: Perseverance

“Even the woodpecker owes his success to the fact that he uses his head and keeps pecking away until he finishes the job he starts.” – Coleman Cox

Downy Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
(more…)

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Breaking A Long Spell of Writer’s Block

Greetings of the Day to All…

I’ve been working on breaking a long spell of writer’s block, that has quite frankly, gone on too long. Writing here on a more regular basis has been very helpful and I’m starting to feel accountable to showing up and writing something, anything on this page. The fact is, I’ve got a lot of things to write about and right now that seems more appealing than working on memoir and personal essay revision.

So, I’m a mission to shake off my writer’s block and I hope you’ll join me on my journey as I poke about for interesting things to write about and maybe bring back an old popular topic here, Daily Affirmations.

Life is a path. It’s a metaphor I use often because I am a walker, and over the years I’ve recognized the changes in my life are shifts in the path. One year into the COVID pandemic, I shifting my path. I am not sure where it will lead me. Time, non-existent time, will tell.

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Poetry: Winged Bird

Snowy Egret at the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge
 
Winged Bird
  
 Winged bird in flight,
 Flying so freely through the night,
 Upon the winds of love 
 And hope,
 Fearful perhaps of what might.
  
 Like all winged creatures
 You soar,
 High above earth's stable ground,
 Touching briefly,
 If only to light,
 Upon the soul of love's creation.
             
 Your flight is your fancy,
 Your freedom from truth,
 You use your wings wisely,
 To escape attainment.
             
 Winged bird in flight,
 Flying so freely through the night,
 Upon the winds of love
 And hope,
 Fearful perhaps of what might.
             
 To stop your flight,
 And be conceivably grounded,
 Would it quench,
 Your freedom you fear;
 Or would you gain,
 With your wings some feet,
  
 To plant firmly on earth,
 Among the seeds of love,
 And grow ever more joyous,
 Amid what love reaps. 

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