Without the words 4…

Grant me wings for this day to hold me gently and carry my thoughts to a place of wisdom and hope.

Both…

I Love the way day and night, night and day, melt so softly into one another. A pure moment. Bold strength in the way everything is a silhouette as all colors fall away or are yet to be awakened. Mystery hidden in the shadows. Disguised hope of what may come next. Or a veil slipped over the glory of what has just been. If you’re not in the moment of the passing, if you see with your eyes just what I share, You are free to let go. Let your imagination fly with possibilities. Is it this one? Or that one? What has been? Or what will be? Your choice. Neither is wrong. Both are exquisite…There is only now.  Whatever you choose, open your heart… don’t miss it…

Hide and seek

Close upon the ground. Under. Behind. Around. A new way to see the same thing seen a hundred times before…

I’m here! Where are you? Is that you back there?  Not gonna fib you look kinda silly on the ground like that…

I’m confused. Where’d you go? You’re always right here when I get here…

Is that you back there? Are we playing hide and seek? I’m pretty sure I just won…

You’re really not a very good hider… sigh…. I guess I’ll just wait…

Rare Jungle Birds

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Pileated woodpeckers!

They are huge birds at two feet tall.  

They don’t show themselves very often.  

Once in a while I catch a glimpse of them as they sweep through the forest.

But I always hear them before I see them.

They sound so out of place in east Texas. I ask myself if something has escaped from a rainforest exhibit at the local zoo. Seriously! Their resounding call is tropical, even Amazonian.  

The first few times I heard it, I thought, what is That?!  Now, I recognize the song and smile inwardly.

Recently I found this tree. After a bit of research I figured out that it is their handiwork.  Clearly they are as fierce and powerful in their hunting as one might imagine.

Pileated woodpeckers dig more thoroughly than an archeologist fresh on the trails of ancient history. The fresh pale color of the shavings tells the story of spring nesting and hungry babies. I have not sighted the birds themselves yet.

But, no doubt, they are nearby…

Rare jungle birds have come home.

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ellie894 March 18, 2019

St. Patrick’s

May you find light

To chase away the shadow

May you find peace

To a weary soul give rest

May you find cheer

To brighten every moment

May you find grace

To forever fill your loving heart

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ellie894 March 17, 2017

The sun is trying so hard to light up St. Patrick’s Day this morning ☀️

all shall be well

All shall be well…And all shall be well… All manner of things shall be well…

– Dame Julian of Norwich

Julian of Norwich was the first woman to write a book in the English language around the year 1395. 

When my world is spinning seemingly out of control I recall her words and try to rest in them.

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ellie894 March 15, 2017