Not so wonder bound
By birth and circumstances
When my spirit soars.
Month: April 2018
Weekly Photo Challenge: Lines
The line after line of windmills dot the rolling hills, and though it makes sense in such a windy place, I would prefer to not have the mesmerizing motion of all those energy makers on the landscape–but that is the key: energy.
Living on the Wildflower Side!
There have not been many wildflowers on the valley floor, but the hills are alive with color!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Prolific
Not this year, but it was a great poppy year last year!
Next Time
Next time,
I will rest walk.
I will not flit from flower to flower like a butterfly,
capturing this and that in my digital memory.
As fun as that is, next time,
I will think walk.
I will not adrenalin-rush the next tooth and claw scene,
trying not to miss, trying not to blink.
Next time,
I will pray walk,
absorbing the wonder, wondering at the wandering soul I am,
loving the undeserved gift for itself in just this moment.
Next time.
There is Beauty in the Fallen
The young and vibrant are praised just because–
all that color and life, a grace.
But even in the light grip of the wounded and aged–the letting go–
there is a glory.
There is beauty in the fallen and glory in the shadows.
Loss is not loss, just change; and
all is grace.
My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Purify
Purify my crooked little heart, my tired heart, my heart so full of idols.
May I seek You with my whole weeping heart in these days,
these seeing-only-one-step-ahead days,
these tearfully trusting pavement-beating moments
when I hold on to fragile faith.
Lord, shine through will and world and cover me.
After the Pruning
After the words–hard and biting,
after the actions–strange and estranging,
after the confusion, the redefining and the pruning,
there is life again.
Jurassic Cat
I moved the feeder further up and out!
Apronhead 