It was 1 a.m. and the dark house was filled with the quiet of the hour. Only I moved in the house from one room to the next until I sat on the edge of my bed, the side closest to the window my own. I squinted in the darkened room to see if there… Continue reading the bird who knew no time
Tag: Poessay
Sparkling Trails in the Sunlight
This morning as Miss Sophie and I went for our morning constitutional, the sun was bright and it wasn't quite so cold. I could almost believe that Spring might be on her way. (Yes, PLEASE.) The sky was a vivid blue and the sun was reflected on the sidewalk, turning it almost white. In that gorgeous… Continue reading Sparkling Trails in the Sunlight
Her Lovely and Gentle Ways
Today found Winter clinging to every last bit she could, refusing to let go of the grip she had on my toes. I am so tired of being cold, weary, and of coming home in the dark. But on this day, when Winter was hanging on for all she was worth, her genteel sister crept… Continue reading Her Lovely and Gentle Ways
the treacherous trek and what lies beyond
some of the most beautifully breathtaking moments in this life can only be found after a long hike, tiring and full of rough climbs and treks through treacherous territory and many times of questioning one's own sanity so pack well, invite someone along who feeds your soul and fills the world and your path with light… Continue reading the treacherous trek and what lies beyond
pink
Pink is a lovely color gentle, like a baby's breath it was my girls' first favorite color and various shades of it still bring a light to their eyes "blush" and "bashful" best described the color in that movie that made me cry it was her "signature" color, after all and somehow it has become… Continue reading pink
A Moth, A Kitten, and the Light in the Morning Dew
Miss Sophie and I set out on our walk yesterday morning. The grass was wet with dew and sparkled like a crop of diamonds had grown there overnight. Nature was showing off her bling. As we walked on, I noticed a lovely moth in our yard. So pretty and different looking. Her body was sizable, as were… Continue reading A Moth, A Kitten, and the Light in the Morning Dew
gravity
Looking down at my feet, I ponder about how truly amazing gravity is. It's like this force, pulling us close, holding us there, much like one in love with another-- that feeling where you never want to let go. The earth is in love with us. Yes. The birds and the waves sing her love… Continue reading gravity
Columba pacis
This evening as my Aub and I gathered together in a circle of 100 or more people gathered at the Vigil, I looked down in the midst of the singing, and I saw this leaf there on the ground in front of me. It intrigued me and comforted me. As prayers were said for the… Continue reading Columba pacis
The Empty Shelves
The little concrete building with bars over the only windows, the ones at the front looking out over the busy road at all the customers they had hoped to draw in. There are signs in the windows, advertising the cigarettes that they planned to have on the shelves. The neon light hangs slightly off-center,… Continue reading The Empty Shelves
I Might Need A Nap 