Some of my photos
Deserve their very own post
They are so full of beauty
Drama
And
Poetry.
I just had to give them their own space!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Magic —- Wednesday, September 9, 2020
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Tag Archives: Birds
Inspiration Leads to Eureka —- Monday, August 24, 2020
Haze from the smoke settles thickly everywhere now
With hardly a breath of wind
The sun is beautiful trying to break through the blanket of low hanging smoke
Becoming tired of thinking about, trying to breathe,
I decided to take some photos of birds
All fluttering about looking for food
Checking my camera later I realized,
I actually DID get an excellent shot of a Hummingbird in full flight!
I was DELIGHTED! To say the least!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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My Nighttime Dreams—Thursday, July 30 2020
Sometimes sleeping at night is hard
Not only not being able to sleep
But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams
Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me
Those marvelous people of my past life
My parents and grandparents
My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie
Haunting dreams
Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain
Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams
I just know I dreamed,
Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic
They are comforting and familiar
Warm and protective
Those are hard to recall, also.
So, I have decided those dreams,
Those glowing, comforting misty dreams
Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day
Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends
To protect us
And those still with us on the earth
Connecting with us through our dreams.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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A Wee (But Rather Long) Post About Birds —- Monday, July 20, 2020
Spring is delightful,
It full of growth, new smells, the emerging from the long winter’s sleep
But Summer! Oh! My! Summer!
The songbirds start their day
And mine long before the grey light in the sky turns bright
The Fragrance in the air is spiked with all sorts of scents
Sometimes with a hot wind to carry things before it
The days are long
The Twilight longer
Life is good.
Which reminds me, does anyone know what bird this is?
Or this bird? Are they one in the same?
From my heart to your world,
Linda
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Where the God(s) Live—Tuesday, June 16, 2020
As a child, I often wondered (sometimes worried) where does God Live?
When I asked ‘those who know’ they always pointed to the sky
Somewhere way up there far, far away
Or, if I were at church, my Sunday School teacher would say “Here in God’s House”
Now, that REALLY got me concerned, because AFTER ALL, here we were all tromping around in GOD’S HOUSE
And God was NEVER Home!
Of course, over-time, Momma explained to me that God lived in our hearts
Which became truly confusing, because I could never really feel a BIG, All-Encompassing person, with a white robe, white hair and beard, and scary fiery eyes —-in my heart.
Wouldn’t my heart be too heavy for my body then?
My paternal Grandmother (who was a STAUCH Presberterian) said, “No, Linda…not a physical person in your heart…but a feeling in your heart”!
Still very confused I took my worry, my small child’s concern to my maternal grandmother (who was a staunch Baptist)
Who told me to pray about my question to the Heaven/God and see what I learn.
“O!”
New thought!
So I prayed. Every night. Every morning. Asking where God lived.
I was sitting outside on the cement step with my maternal Grandfather when I thought to ask him the question—“Where does God live?”
“Why, Sweet Thing, he lives everywhere. And nowhere
“He is a great mystery. And one we should always honor.” Granddad reached over and pulled me next to him, took up my hand, and placed it in his.
God belongs to no one and everyone. He is in many forms and helps many people.
He touches all of us, just like the light from the sun and the moon and the stars.
Then he pulled me close in a hug.
It was then I understood.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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I Wish You a Happy Mother’s Day —- Sunday, May 10, 2020
Happy Mother’s Day to each and every one of you
To those who are mothers of humans
Fur and Wool babies
And every single female who makes a nest, which protects and warms hearts near and far.
Love you, ALL!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
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The Days are Warmer Now—The Promise of Summer to Come — Monday, April 27, 2020
Here we are with the fields starting to green up
There is new growth of mid-spring flowers
Freshness to the day and to my yard
The new leaves hazing the sky
With birds ever so busy in the generous sunshine
Their songs, like laughter, their flights like a dance
Little nests being built and plumped up in softness for the new life lifting all our hearts.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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Watch for the Birds —- Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Perched, just there, right there
Hidden in the branches of the Bridal Veil Bushes
A flock of tiny little birds
Hiding from the wind
Swaying on the little branches. Silent, yet there…waiting, waiting for the wind to stop.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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Beings that Brighten the Winter Sky — Sunday, February 2, 2020
A little shadow of a ringed-neck dove
The sound of large wings swooshing through the air
Watching the big birds landing
I love the calls ringing across the land
Rare that the cranes and geese mix, but they do
Their songs streaming though-out the trees
My heart lifts with them as they fly up, up, up
I love hiding so I can sneak up while they are pecking on the seeds
So I sing to you the song
Of the winter sky!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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I Welcome You to My Daily Prayer of Thanks —- Thursday, January 30, 2020
The winter birds lift my heart in gratitude each and every moment of each and every day
I always stand outside (each and every day) raise my hands to the sky
And Yell—yes I yell—Please come to our farm! Each and all of you are welcome
And it seems to be working
It’s true I reach out to them with scattered seeds and yummy bits of bird food
I honestly don’t care what variety comes
How big or how small
They are all welcome.
(Even sleepy little loud noisy starlings)
Wings, and brilliant colors, our farm is L.O.U.D with song!
Welcome! I call.
I feel truly blessed!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
