There they are—those marvelous shadows
Lifting the bits and pieces of growing things into
A form of bliss.
Won’t you sit a spell and enjoy with me?
Komorebi Japanese (noun): Sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Shadows looking like bruises—shimmering in the ice cold winter sun.
Wrapping our bodies and all structures in shafts of non-light creates shifting realities.
“Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. The whitened air conceals all earthly space, and leaves to memory the space to fill.”–William Hamilton Gibson
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our world is now all green and growing
The trees are speaking to us and to each other, while they wake up putting out new shiny leaves.
Gifts are everywhere, beckoning us to stop and look and listen
Once more I was gifted with a lovely heart-in-the-making rock—lying there scattered at my feet.
A gift given to me through no action of my own, but to look down, and be grateful for this beautiful free largesse.
I feel so humble and joyful all at once.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love shadows!
But you know that about me already.
They are so deep and cool and mysterious.
They offer shade for the weary
And beauty (with a squirrel) for the soul!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Have you noticed (wherever you live) there is no absolute silence anymore?
Even the most remote spots have the presence of a roar in jets or distant traffic
(see the bunny?)
Welcome sounds of liquid bird songs—-always welcome
And the dappled shadows of gently rustling leaves in the breeze
A soothing delight.
The sounds of silence eddying gently
Bringing with it a tiny rainbow—a source of huge delight.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Drifting in a world
Of halves
Sun
Shadows.
A world between
Waking
Dreaming.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes, while I do chores around the place,
Or am fixing food
I marvel at the beauty of all the shadows coloring our world.
Shadows so wonderful and deep, and heavy
I am sure you will marvel at them as I do.
Shadows and light
Moving across our day and into the night
The shadows of Autumn are different than the other seasons.
Shadows with a sky so clearly blue it sometimes hurts one’s eyes, the shadows seem even darker and more defined.
Shadows—that’s what I’ve been thinking of and wanting to share with you. Those wonderful deep dark shadows defining the ever-changing light.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Contrast of Evening Sun on showers in the canyons
The very strong line of shadow and light
Night rising up on the land–defining the last light in the sky
Big fat rain clouds—- sunlight through the old apricot tree
Sunrise dressing the earth with Morning
Dusk filled with brilliance
Even the wind, in all its amazing power; lifting the soil into the air— gifts us with a refreshing of sorts.
Each and every moment of our full 24-hour day gives us so much—so many things of contrast, so many types of varying gifts they are too numerous to count.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Spring isn’t far off now
I can see it in the shadows.
Whispering of more sun, warmer days
Winter’s landscape gradually changing!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The cold snow was just beautiful, I thought
The shadows brightening
The earth with the weak sunlight
Tangling in the tree branches.
Speaking of tangles tree branches…LOOK a Great Horned Owl.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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