Drifting in a world
Of halves
Sun
Shadows.
A world between
Waking
Dreaming.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Drifting in a Half World — Thursday, November 17, 2022
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Tag Archives: sunsets
Dropping Low the Sun Glow Lights the World —- Tuesday, January 19, 2021
This time of year, {even though we are past the winter solstice} the sun seems to drop down behind the Uncompahgre Plateau quickly
Causing the night to rise up– onto the earth
And the frigid winter air to cool to a numbing upon the skin
Still, I like to walk a spell in the growing shadows, crowding upon the land
Feeling the air change…not just in temperature
But in the frosty particles of sky landing on my skin.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Last Rays of the Sun —- Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Before I begin my post I want to thank Kate for showing me how to get back to Classic Editor on WordPress! YAY! THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH! KATE!
I love the last details of each and every day!
The stark shadows darkening the farm
The licks of gold and pink highlighting the beauty of the farm
The fiery sun covered in all the nasty smoke, from the tragedies, of all the forest fires
Sometimes the sky such a deep pink, it spreads amazement to all who look and ‘see’
Then gradually the sky grows cooler and the shadows deeper, the night air cooler, then the lights coming on in the house,
Good night, My Friends, Good Night.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
In Small Shafts of Moonlight and Dazzling Sunlight—Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Here we are on a wee tour of the farm and how things are now
The moon is dazzling peeking here and there through the corn
We have deer hanging out in the corn
We have new ‘saved’ goats on the farm. They are not young, very old, complete with arthritis. They are so sweet.
The mornings are dazzling
The Quails are so much fun to watch, and we have lots and lots of them.
The sunrises have been lovely
We have a family of raccoons
And coyotes (Sigh)
The leaves are falling, but they didn’t turn colors this year
We still have water in the canal. It will leave on the first of November. I still enjoy hearing the rush of the water passing through our place.
AND I got a photo of a wasp in flight! How cool that is! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The God(s) Whisper to Us — Sunday, August 18, 2019
From Pinterest)
Time is flying by. Everything is moving rapidly now. Although, one wouldn’t know it, for the sun is still drenching the evening sky, in brilliant shades of color
The full moon’s silver light shivers the land, through filtering leaves on trees
But the disturbing look of Autumn is starting to appear
That signal which says: ‘Soon Summer will just be an echo’,
Prepare yourself. Prepare.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Wisp of a Tiny Story —- Thursday, July 18, 2019
Somewhere up there in that vast wonderous sky
Must live Angels
Or possibly demons—(Maybe the demons live on earth, or under the earth somewhere)
Maybe it isn’t Angels, for they are very busy running prayers to the proper Diety to answer them.
And we all know there are masses and masses of prayers heading to Heaven every moment of every day and night.
Maybe it is, hmmm
A wonderous being who is in charge of Clouds
Yes, that is it!
A couple, Man and Woman, who look after the silver-edged clouds
Tugging them here and there
Creating shadows on the earth
Which race across the land
Or leave the sky blank so the clouds are only memories
But when the couple, who are in charge of clouds, decide
To fill the sky with that fragile mist
And the Sun God allows the rays of his beautiful sun to be captured in the clouds
The world is bathed in colors so wild and marvelous it is a wonder to behold.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A Thousand Sunsets—Sunday, July 7, 2019
In that Pulse of time
Called Evening
That Forever place where the air mists
And reaches into the sunrays
Or is it the other way round
The sunrays reach up and beyond the shadows
Tickling the clouds; washing them in the sunshine of color.
Sometimes sunsets only flick the clouds in pastels
the Air turning into lavenders and purples
Or a wind shifting drift of sherbert vapor.
Then, in a rare moment, those amazingly special sometimes, when the colors are like flames
Lighting up not only the air, and water, but also the earth and everything on it!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Sun, That Sky—Makes Me Sing Hallelujah — Tuesday, July 2, 2019
The sky has been just wonderful the last few days
The colors swirling and dancing as the sun rises and sets
Storms building up on a daily basis
Bringing thunder, lightning, and raindrops
Then the wind shifts the clouds moving them into swirls of patterns
So the light breaks through them and seems to actually shimmer
Sometimes cooling us down to a feeling like Fall is soon to happen.
Still the sky, the sun, the moon, the wind
All murmur in huge [brilliant] voices
Come outside and be with me
Let me fill your mind, and soul and all the shades of your heart
For the Time is swiftly passing.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019
The quiet beauty of a farm is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis
Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the
Quick flutters of wings and feathers.
To be able to actually see the enchantment
A human must be like a creeping shadow
Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar
Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the
Shimmering excitement of towns
The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes
As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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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