Tag Archives: Nature

The Beautiful Bluebird

The weightiness  of  living  with lists  and must do and need to and then ….. pause .  A beautifully quiet moment slips into place and envelopes your heart .  A smile born from the timelessness of spirit breathes new life into a vision so joyous and free that it can dance with trees and then twirl amongst the stars .

The call of a bluebird is heard before it is seen and swoops out of a tree and flies overhead flashing it’s brilliant blue .  I can see it another tree now and I gently move closer just to see .  It is a beautiful vision on a cold , grey day and it’s as if it came say ” The beauty of life is always here in each breath and pause . It’s only you that goes away some days . ”

In the Wild

In the wild ,  amid ancient trees holding stories of the magic and  of the tragedy of life , is a stillness .  A beautiful , deep stillness .  It is where the wisdom from ancestors may surface . It is where forgotten dreams come to to visit and where the knowing of love , pure and free from ego , expands into it’s gentle power of eternity .

In the wild ,  amid the  star filled sky ,  cares of tomorrow float up and away  making  space  for a peaceful  heart  and sweet sleep .  The moments are alive and true . Uncomplicated  and  wondrous , they are alive travel through time , offering songs that only a soul may hear .

Remember the Silence

When I take pause in silence I can hear life .  The magnificence of life in the quiet frees my mind and soothes all my senses . It’s gentleness is powerful and nearly palpable  .

The trees private poems to each other  are almost  heard in whispers .  And the gracious  flow  and rhythms of the natural world come together and then move apart in a beautiful dance .

When I remember the silence it welcomes me .  Revealing the calm ,  the truth and the peace in life .

The Gift of an Eagle

Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge  .  The  coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach .  It was a day that could have been early spring or  fall .  The light from the sun was diffused  by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .

I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit .  It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it .  Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .

It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide ,  out in the water .  Looking more intently  I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer .  I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight  from his perch .

He soared with such grace and beauty .  I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”

Hearing the Forest

Hearing the forest within my heart while a wild rabbit  darts out in front of me . Pausing for less than a moment as do my thoughts and then the wonderings and wandering begin again .

A witness to the magnificence and also a participant .  Remembering  to breath deeply,  as deeply,  as the thoughts in my mind yearn to go into the Soul .  Always  free to soar in my Soul and dance  with  spirit amongst the trees and the sky . The sky that we mirror getting us churned or sent peacefully  into a lullaby . Dear , sweet sky .

Wings unfurled and opened wide and soaring into the sky and such a sight for these eyes . In my minds eye I fly with alongside you and feel the sky . 

The Owl in the Night

The quietness  in the night soothes the restlessness at times .  It calls to the thoughts not usually heard in the day . Their significance finds a voice and a chance to be lived . One such  night  awake  thinking that I was alone I heard a sound .  It was deep and a bit rhythmic  .  Unaccustomed to this sound and , for that matter , of thinking of owls being near by I was questioning my own ears .  Nope , It really was an Owl .  My heart began beating a little faster with delight . It was also a comfort . Suddenly I had a middle of the night friend sharing the stillness and darkness . I began wondering which tree had been chosen for perching . I began imagining paintings of Owls that I might create .  I began feeling quite comforted by this owl .

His calls in night carried on for a few weeks .  I looked forward to them . And when they stopped  …just as suddenly as they began  I said a bittersweet goodbye and thanked life for the unexpected treasures that it brings . Every now and again I awake  up in the night and listen for the owl that might have  returned .

This Beautiful , Wild Road …

A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way .  walking along the road , listening to  the crackling  of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow .  A deep breath in . The air is cool and  heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly  about  as I release my breath back out into life .

What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ?  There’s always something . Always a little  something revealing itself  to me  . Will it come from the outside or the inside ?   A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions  or  of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards .  Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know  in your heart when it’s right .

The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .