In less than a heartbeat

In less than a heartbeat I took this photo not knowing how it would turn out. A split-second in time as the wind blew the snow sideways. It traveled down my coat collar threatening to end my trek out. It was so cold but too beautiful to ignore.

The subject was supposed to be a simple grey squirrel. He was smarter than I and scurried up the tree away from the strongest wind. That placed him on the other side of the tree. Do you see a squirrel? Neither do I; he was smarter and faster than my digital camera!

When I viewed the photo later I was greatly surprised. It has a look of having been ‘brushed’ by something. An almost ‘gauzy’ veil overlay the scene. It is the snow; tiny flakes so fast and carried in multi-directions, simultaneously that produces the effect.

In that moment I was transported back in time. Again I felt the snow, the wind, and awe of seeing simple beauty. Again I felt the rush of childhood and the excitement that a perfect snow brings; perfect because it felt magical. It felt perfect because the child within me rejoiced.

Snowfall

“If you have forgotten how to love yourself, you will probably ask (or demand) too much of other people. Remember: love is our original nature.”
Author unknown

There I was flying over the land. I dipped and slipped between the clouds of heaven. The wind unfurled its mighty force and I began to swirl. Excitement filled my senses as others joined in joy. We were all together and happy to be traveling along.

The land below us changed. Streets appeared with tiny houses. Tall trees with old majestic manner reached out to us: ‘fall here!’ Enchantment from below was really the ocean’s roar. I laughed as seagulls cut through and dived to avoid our path. Then along came the snow birds flipping us about as we began a downward sway. I lay in the darkness and drifted off, listening to the remainder of the snowfall.

Early morning found me in a strange new state. I had form yet still felt free. I could stay or I could go. The choice was mine. I had no eyes, but I could see the water glistening. The ocean foam still contained the outlines of many travelers. Would they remain in the water or evaporate back into the sky?

The sun climbed higher and so did my self… back to being the self I loved. My only treasure was the thought to share again… another snowfall.

All you need is love

As a child I found a face on the moon. I wondered if the moon was like a giant mirror reflecting the goodness of a distant entity. ~And so began my list of notes.

I was watching the televised special program for Haiti. Story after story of death and survival was brought to light. I cried with some and cheered with others. I felt the brokenness, but only as a spectator to their pain. Yes, I could relate to loss, but this was so enormous. All I could do was hope that many would contribute to the needs, hopes, and dreams of this neighboring nation.

On my list of a childhood’s wonderings, was the question: “Why did my dog have to die?” Was it punishment for some nasty little deed I’d forgotten? I did, after all, sneak a piece of chewing gum, from my Mom’s handbag, one summer day. I pleaded earnestly: but why my dog and why now? Answer: he was old and he was ready.

As an adult I realized the ‘why’ can keep you looping, without end, without answers, and never satisfied. Eventually my studies taught me to include: who, what, where, when, why, and how, of all life’s events. This tragedy with Haiti has helped me to unlock some of those previous notes.

The answer to notes: 17, 58, 109, 1002, 2102, is: “Share what you can.”
Notes: 20, 320, 1005, and 2087: “Joy finds a way.”
Notes: 39, 855, 1010, and 2114: "Patience is a virtue."
Notes: 66, 148, 1254, and 2144: “All you need is love."

who wants some peace?

So much is going on in our world.
The children reach for peace from the heavens.
Once again it comes down, but who’s watching?
I know I need as much as I can possibly get.

Winter's Farm

Winters’ farm felt so warm
Blanketed in snow
How I longed to see its charm
Return to long ago

As in dreams children live
My own life was found
Carried by a wish to give
Yet lost when I fell down


Travel made my heart light
Place to place I went
Looking for my winter’s farm
With lovely seasons spent

Through older, wiser eyes
I let the farm take flight
In visions of my night time
My blanket stayed in sight

It kept me safe and warm
It promised me a dream
In beauty’s snowbound storm
The farm I loved just beamed

Don't know where...

I don’t know where this blog is headed. I just need to feel; but while I’m feeling I’m going to type out something so you won’t think I’ve forgotten how to blog.

I’m feeling things in hard measure right now. This doesn’t happen often but when it does I find that if I go with the flow, it ends sooner.

Hiding; yes I’m hiding in games I play on a site that leaves me alone… when I need to be alone. At the same time I want some friends to have a laugh, so I put up a stupid statement to get comments. I told them that I’d lost my brain. In reality my brain is shut down for repairs and sorting. Minimum energy is being used to pen this monstrosity. I’m okay with that and sincerely hope you are, though it’s not required of either of us.

We’re almost to the end of this blog. How do I know? I’m tired.

I want to return when I ‘feel’ better. I want to return to write something to make you smile.

Into the new year...