We hope your day is full of Joy! Excitement!
Delicious food and great friends!
God Bless America!
Word of the day— Ceraunophilia (n): Loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.
From our world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes birds feel like my night-time dreams
Ethereal—will-o-wisps
Very delicate
Actually exquisite, seems to fit them.
They are so dainty and elegant
beautiful
fragile
Joyful
Even though life can be tenuous
The word really is JOY!
Live each and every moment to the fullest
Live High
Live wide
Live Large!
Lifequake (n): A significant, sudden, and unexpected shift in the trajectory of your life that initially feels devastating but has the beneficial outcome of catalyzing personal growth, transformation, and rebirth.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
There upon the earth the birds dance in the air, and sing in the trees
They send us a strength that fills our hearts with love
The lacy of their wings fills our memories
Then lift our imagination to rise above our everyday thoughts
The sunlight tips those fragile but powerful wings so delightfully that the air seems to shiver
Even the magnificent but deadly
Lifts up wonder—leaving behind that groan of drudgery we sometimes feel
Courtships whispers everywhere
In land and in the air.
Beauty whispers from the magic of our world.
Sings to us everywhere!
(Tiny quail—male on the branch keeping a lookout…females searching for bugs)
We are so blessed—you and I—truly.
Cynefin (n): A place that feels like home
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As you progress through life, you discover (in your old age) it is the very simplest of things you can’t live without. Not food, not a house, not shopping. But those things that lift your spirit and make life enjoyable. It’s the small things. The everyday bits and pieces which lift your spirit and make this world a tad better.
“Sometimes it takes only one act of kindness and caring to change a person’s life.”–Jackie Chan, Actor and Director.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
I don’t walk far out on the far in winter. Especially, this winter—
It’s been a long winter—like you know first COVID for both Terry and I and then a knee to toes gout experience, followed by the most current flu, or whatever is they are calling it—-
Then I managed to crack my rib on my right side at the very base of my rib cage.
So I’m not traveling far, but I get out and walk.
While out and about I look for a collection of things that gently gift to me precious memories.
After all—this earth is a huge delight and I want to enjoy each and every second I can.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”–Albert Camus
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In case — just a thought spilling out from my mind to you
As we travel through each and every day—
We always leave bits of ourselves wherever we go—I try to remind myself of this all the time
Reminding myself to leave hopeful feelings, if at all possible.
Just like the little birds do for us as they sing their daily songs.
Just as your beautiful comments leave me feeling uplifted and grateful!
“In all my work, I try to say, “You may be given a load of sour lemons, why not try to make a dozen lemon meringue pies?”— Maya Angelou
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Ah! I love the winter birds! They are so brave and courageous!
(It hasn’t snowed here yet—this is from my archives.—-But it is raining and raining and raining)
Winter is such a hard time, but still, they fill our days with winter bird song!
(Plants are like people—they come in various colors, shapes, sizes, and personalities. People and plants, surprisingly, have the same genetic code in their DNA strings—-A’s, T’s, C’,s and G’s. — Jacqueline McComas
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Monday was a beautiful day of early spring
So I spent it trying to get bird photos
Although, I saw a Robin
And a Western Meadowlark sang sweetly to me
I wasn’t able to get their photos!
Which is alright by me. These little darlings are just perfect for a photo shoot.
The Red-Winged Blackbirds are continuing to gather — singing sweetly in the trees for a day of rest. After which they leave us for the Back Forty—which works. I can always drive up there to see and hear them.
Spring is a time of sparkling excitement and soft gentle days!
What a joy!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda