autumn ramblings 7

a time when ~

i am ever grateful for the choice of spending time outdoors creating, if only for a brief time
while our summer weather was magical
early autumn 
also.

i am happy to have shared my desire with my beloved to sit outside, read
while i did some creating.
so rare for him to do.
on our spectacular last weekend of september, saturday.

for then the weather changed.

the snow capped the roof of the garage viewed through the window.
the pumpkins.

the one misplaced favourite mitten needed to be found
"now" before venturing outdoors.
consideration given a number of times those evenings to the need for ice grippers
to keep safe from falling
as happened number of times that year
how long ago?

yet the delphinium stands, two
and the chives
between the garage wall and the cement path stones
ever beautifully
reminding me of how strong i am
how i can stand beautifully too
sometimes through the most difficult conditions.

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seven stars for ramblings seven 

my mind strays 
again

wondering if what i have to say here merits the wonderful number.

loving the number seven.

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"indian summer" waltzes in

amazing me, others

once again everyone outdoors

smells of barbecuing meat

knowledge it may very quickly go out 

with the west wind blowing

big grin with every breath

not caring of our longing for yet another warm day

brilliant sunlight bringing autumn richness

knowing of our need for change of the seasons

yet such angst within as the mood swings 

with every touch of winter approaching

winter approaching.

i am amazed at the honking of the geese to the east

water 

gathering geese

hundreds if not more honking

flying in groups silhouetted

in the distance.

i wonder as i make the road trip to city alone

yet with guides, many.

forecast for cloud filled day.

sunlight peeking, beaming through for me

most of my lone way.

i return home

at that golden hour of light perfect.

again wondering at how the light seems for me alone

as the forecast still says cloud prevails.

i offer words of praise, thanksgiving

observing more silhouettes, ducks, yet more ducks.

water sparkling as the wheels take me by.

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i mimic the chickadees high above in the trees

as once again i try to snatch moments outdoors

often with warm jacket about me as i waited too long those days 

to honour myself.

morning walks are about donning cabled gray tights

sage green cords, warm sweaters, denimy blue "barn" jacket, also in cord

blundstone boots, those favourite stripey mittens, lost one found, though not by me

and red soft hat. not usually my colour but being brave these days.

besides, it was handy.

as the wind continues
so i continue to wonder
wishing for more wandering through nature, mindfulness, creating.
some day some time.

 angel blessings dear ones.

autumn ramblings 6

a time when ~

first one
another
many more blue birds playing
with me, with each other
as i departed on that day to visit my Mom.

thinking first it was my Dad, perhaps
then two angels
certainly many angels.
i found her then, to first remind me so much of Dad as she woke
then took a moment, moments more
to orientate self.

never quite certain if she recognizes
me.
certainly not caring, i,
if she does.
only grateful once again for the time
with her, whom i love dearly.
reminded once again of the extra time with her
the near losing her that many months ago, six now.

realizing later, how she seemed more alert this recent visit.
wanting also to pour her own milk from carton into glass.
doing it splendidly
knowing when i ask her if wants to try
that the juice will have to be poured
quickly.
doing that splendidly also, more able probably than i with my essential tremor.
she has it too,
hereditary,
but her movements guided by some extra unseen helping hand, also perhaps
determination.

“The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going beyond them

to the impossible. “
                                                                                             Arthur C. Clarke

autumn ramblings 4

a time when ~
the full moon went flowing by with the stream pulling behind chill, chilly temperatures
grey skies to try ~ pull us down
plus winds to nearly knock the breath from even the strongest creatures among us. 
not to mention many of the leaves from the trees.

a time when ~
the robins visit, nearly en masse  
moving from one tree to another in our yard, 
and many others, as i walk in daylight hours.
sadly the light tricking ~ frequent thuds heard as the robins bump,
one after another, into the windows.
my heart does a little skip for them. typically they are strong.
not so the numerous wings and stilled bodies i glimpse on the pavement, probably fallen victim to neighbours cat.
i sigh, remembering with some sadness 
the way of nature.
wondering how on african safaris "the chase" seems to draw the attention of many travellers.
not me.
i preferred the humungous yawns 

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as they napped. 
we could be still,
standing in our safari vehicle at a safe distance.
grateful the others with us, also intrigued by those same yawns.

a white feather captures my attention
so very apparent midst the darkness fallen leaves at curb's edge.

a veil of tiny richness coloured leaves 
trails 
from the flatbed trailer at lunch time departure 
from their spot parked beneath the trees of the park beside.

"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
                                          Emily Dickinson 

Monday mingle

week 8

In case you haven't noticed, I am totally fascinated with birds and feathers. I think many mixed media artists are. In fact I know for certain that a number of the artists links I have already shared frequently include birds in their art. This week I present links with an interest in birds and feathers.

• Becky Shander
• Siohban Jordan
• DJ Pettitt
• Dale McLain
• Love Stitching Red

Earth Day

To me, every day is like earth day. I love nature very much. Our family has been into recycling for a very long time. I know that I fall short in many ways but at least I try. As earth day approaches I have chosen to share with you a few glimpses into what earth is about for me in this particular time.

Birds are important to me. Springtime of the year is special because of robins. These particular robins were gathering happily in the tree outside, just beyond the window.

While green grass and new leaves are slow in arriving, there are some perrenial plants poking their leaves through the earth announcing their arrival. I am always so happy to see those first leaves peeking out.

Certainly the earth is about people and love. I am always inspired when I encounter one of these very special videos.

Considering my love of colour and creativity I find this next video to be exceptionally representative of nature and art. Please view full screen if you are able.

While the article below is not news, I believe the timing is appropriate to share because of earth day and my love of nature. The display remains in the gallery until the end of April.

***please remember to click on any of the above pictures to enlarge  ~ 

especially required to read the article***

As a finale for my little celebration of earth day I could not help but choose to ask you to "Imagine". 

June Is

bustin' out all over 
and I love the excitement in the air
the birds are singing
baby robins are exploring and observing
daisies are dancing
peonies are near bursting
daylilies wave hello
and good bye
bachelour buttons stand proud
lilacs are glowing
allium stay tall
doves coo-ooo
baby ducks scurry
staying close to momma

 











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June is a wonderful month. I love it particularly as I am able, every year, to do a retreat on my own. I find this to be extremely rejuvenating. I am preparing to leave at this moment.
When I return I will have much news to share with you from the past months and hopefully more art to share which is new, and also from the past months.


Angels be with you dear friends.

birds

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings” 
James Matthew Barrie




Some words from Emily Dickinson.


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
 
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
 
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
                                                                           Emily Dickinson














The words of Richard Bach ~ one lone quotation from the inspiration of Jonathan Seagull.

"My High Flying Bird"

of wings and flight

a day filled with time
as so many before
doing for others

trying
to see the light
follow the path

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solitude
a breath
yet another

at long last
solitude



For the past week of Inspire Me Thursday.