December 1, 2022
From my Pandemic Garden…
A Goldfinch Ponders…
8″ x 12″ Giclée Print – $32.99 each
words and pictures....
December 1, 2022
From my Pandemic Garden…
A Goldfinch Ponders…
8″ x 12″ Giclée Print – $32.99 each
August 13, 2021
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…
July 7, 2021
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.
March 15, 2021
“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
(more…)March 2, 2020
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.