Magic —- Wednesday, September 9, 2020

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

 

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