Sunday, September 25, 2016

Friday, September 23, 2016

Dear Little Rain

These rainy days I love them so,
Drench me to immersion,
Every drop sinking deep.
Drop down daintily and cold, 
Wet and dreary, At dawn and dusk, 
Till I shiver with exquisite frailness
Dear Little Rain, Love doesn't go far enough
Art by @HoboPeeba

Version #1
These rainy days I love them so,
Drench me in them, 
Every drop soaking, Deep in my soul, 
Drop down daintily, And cold, 
Wet and dreary, At dawn and dusk, 
Dear Little Rain, Love doesn't go far enough

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Finding Feathers

I keep finding fallen bird feathers. On one day I found five. different. ones. All of them were white. I heard once that finding one is supposed to mean good luck. Or that angels are nearby.










I like to think the birds left them there for me because they know,
 I love to fly.


Or, the angels are getting my wings ready for flight,
and some of them dropped down from heaven.


Photo by Melanie Beckler

“When angels are near feathers appear”

"White feathers are spiritually tied to angels due to the fact that humans associate angels with wings, usually white ones. Finding a white feather after a loved one has passed away brings a sense of comfort during mourning. White symbolizes purity, and many people believe that finding a white feather is a sign that they are on the right path in life.
In olden times, feathers signified a variety of things. People placed feathers under the pillows of ill family members and loved ones in order to speed up recovery, and feathers were also placed in doorways to keep unwanted visitors from entering the home.
In Native American culture, the appearance of random white feathers signifies rebirth and new beginnings, and feathers are commonly worn on Native American headdresses to symbolize hope and faith as well as to strengthen the connection between the physical and spiritual world." referencedotcom
 

Credit: Jamie Grill The Image Bank Getty Images

Update: I just found another one tonight~




Saturday, September 17, 2016

They Know They Are Beautiful

You can see it in their eyes ~ 
they know they are beautiful.
 You can't help but notice
The loveliness they bring
 Every glance, every run,
Every little thing

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Spellbound

Andrew Wyeth
The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spellsome unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. ~Northern Advocate

Friday, August 26, 2016

Whisper

The hills are alive with fall.

My restless being stirs with this small change

That was not there even a week ago.

I look up and see the dreamland coming true

It's only a whisper yet ~ It's only just arrived,

But soon very soon, we will see it thrive

Into Beauty ~

If I could, I would pause its time and beauty,

Hold it - Walk through it - Feel it -

As its whispers grow into full bloom

And howl in my ears what I long to hear

Saturday, August 20, 2016

These Were Yours Too

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you left us quietly without
so much as a sigh,
just as your way in life
was to be strong and silent,
in death, these were yours too