Magic (or Miracles, if you prefer) Belong to the Realm of Spirits—-Monday, January 28, 2019

I believe, that the gods (or God) talk to us

in our dreams

We also receive inspiration in the form of many things

Knowledge handed to us in the form of all those marvelous things in nature

The voice of understanding speaking loud into our mind of understanding

Many times the voice is bright with laughter

The weather brings its own blessings, wet, dry, soaked, covered in snow

Or even (a lessening of mud–the ground starting to dry)

All we need do is listen to our dreams and watch for the signs to unfold.

I have come to place in life where I feel we all shape the future together

Carefully and consistently

So those who understand and can explain the unexplainable will help us see the miracles (or magic, if you prefer) unfolding.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

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Our Earth is Very Old—-Monday, December 17, 2018

 

Our earth is very old, but to me, it doesn’t seem so.  There are so many, many things of wonder I stand in awe every day.

For one thing…the Red-Winged Blackbirds didn’t leave this year.  Why I don’t know. But their joyful songs make every day of winter a miracle unfolding.

Even the wind touching on the land, in the bare trees, and blowing cold upon our faces is a remembrance of how old and marvelous this ancient earth really is

The feel of the wind is a reminder of all the places the wind has been…all we have to do is listen

And within the wind, if you stop and ‘feel’ (don’t concentrate.)

You can hear the Angels breathing

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Wings in the Air — Thursday, November 29, 2018

The sky is full of sounds

And color — storms play around us

There fun little birds flowing between here and there

The shadows cast by their little feathery bodies is more than a delight to me

The rain and the

snow shimmer here and there (we only got snow one day here and it was gone by noon)

And sometimes…there are other wings beating the air!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

That Extraordinary Weight of My Heart —-Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sometimes there are things within seemingly ordinary days

That blaze forth into my heart, mind, and soul

Often times its something so tremendously common, yet so toweringly wonderful

They seem to blanket the earth, or the sky, whichever it may be

The commonplace whispers to me with throbbing messages of distant lands or new places to see

Sometimes it an amazing gift of wings in flight

Or grumbling clouds filled with streaks of light

But always, always whispering all around me in slow rhythmic  movements

Silently the every day of common things weigh wonderful upon my life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

My Brother Wrote Something —- Wednesday, October 3, 2018

One day last year my brother wrote to me a wee email about my search for purpose in life

(this is a random, but a consistant battle I have with myself—finding my ‘skills’)

I don’t seem to struggle as much as use too, but the ‘need’ to be good at something still rings within me at different points.

Anyway, I printed off his thoughts and read over his email randomly

At the very end, he stated something I have been thinking each of you might find a use for in your life

Dan wrote; “I have learned that when I am feeling pressured, stressed, depressed, or ill— it is a message ringing from my soul to change or do something different”.

Every time I read that my heart, mind, and soul goes WOW!

That is the key….the Universe calling loudly to me.

So it is with a sense of cheerfulness and pleasure

I can actually see what I am longing for—then, as lightly as a fluttering butterfly; peace and purpose fill my body and I can move forward.

I hope this amazing statement from my brother can help you also.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Two Mini-Storms—-Monday, July 9, 2018

For two days straight now, the afternoon heat has given way to huge wind storms, with misting of rain.

But before the cooling of the skies, the heat creeps steadily throughout the day, building sweat on bodies and causing animals and birds to pant.

The sun beats down on the plants, the buildings, and the trees.

The lacy shadows spreading slowing on the ground allowing a repass for anything or anyone stopping in the shade.

The myriad of wildfires in the surrounding areas fill the skies with smoke, the smell of briskly burning timber coming in faintly on the wind.

Huge winds push the storms along, moving them to us from Utah, across the Uncompahgre Plateau, knocking branches down and stirring colossal twisters in the loose soil

Then the wee tiny gift of moisture arrives…causing one and all to tremble with delight and relief.

Not enough to really dampen anything, but enough to refresh the air, the mind, the body and the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Each Day is Deceptive—Really—Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Each day is deceptive really.  You think at the beginning of the day there is so much to do

You list of all the things you need to get done, as you lie in your bed, forcing your eyelids to ‘stay open’.

You mentally count off each thing, the weight of their worth etching into your mind the thought of time it will take to accomplish.

As you mentally tick off this and that you remember that one thing which suddenly flings you straight out of the bed, the energy of the thought echoing inside your head

That THIS is the day you must accomplish/go to/company coming/ whatever the marker is you’ve been working toward.

Then there you are, moving quickly and solidly and thoroughly through your day

The extraordinary happens!

All we have to do is look.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Island Magic Continues—-Thursday, February 15, 2018

We saw so many wonderful things.  A few blocks or so from Wayne and Carolyn’s condo is the Island’s Eagle Sanctuary

It’s so nice how all the residents care so very much for all the wildlife in and around this Island!

We saw the huge (I MEAN HUGE) machine; the walking dredge, which opened up the Everglades connecting Tampa to Miami.  ..I took photos but they didn’t turn out well. I tried to find a couple of good ones on the internet, but I didn’t see anything I really liked.

We found out there is a softball baseball league where you MUST be 70 or older to play!  🙂  Anyone younger does not qualify.

Later on in the day I went to the library to get our boarding passes—everyone else went and watched some boat races.

Then it was back to the beach…

and off to have a yummy pizza

Gosh!  What an amazing gift of time!

Your friend on a beach in Marco, Florida,

Linda

 

 

Chasing Words—Sunday, November 12, 2017

Bringing forth words to convey feelings, or to describe a scene is sometimes …

A bit hard.

Searching my mind for those exact words which project what I’m seeing, feeling, or hearing

Causes me to pause for I wish to show to you the earth, the sky, and capture the feeling in words that is see, hear, and feel

Looking for that perfect word reminds me how limited my vocabulary really is–

To help you see (beyond the photographs) the wind rippling through the corn stalks, or

 

Or clouds obscuring the sun in the possible threat of rain

Or the golden leaves being pushed off the tree’s branches as the sap slowly descends to the roots

Readying for the long winter’s night.  I always think of this time of falling leaves as trees making haste slowly, every so slowly preparing for rest and a pause in breathing

The canal water is now gone.  Turned off to winter in the Blue Mesa Dam or clear up at Taylor Reservoir.  The silence of the tumbling churning water is as stunning as breaking glass…

 

For us our work is slowing, but not stopping.  The harvests are all in, paychecks will arrive sometime in December.

A whole season of farming from daylight to sunset and sometimes in the deep of night.

The perfect life for Terry and I—

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Rhapsody in Sunsets—Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Sun-leaving-the-clouds

The sun leaving the day behind often dazzles the eyes Day-ending

The dark starting to gulp the light forces the sun shadows

3to fling light heavy and still

Jet-and-sunset

Until all is left–a jet stream blazing a trail across the sky.

A song of evening.

From my world to your heart.

Linda