And they both belong to the Earth!
The moon, the planets, and our earth—all a system of one 🙂
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.”—George Eliot
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Although, I dread winter—it is still a significant part of the great flow of energy from the earth
The earth has a beautiful vitality, which flows through it, under it, and around it.
This vibrancy ripples and eddies around us all the time
The seasons come and go quivering in the air,
As the earth’s energy continually vibrates and dances within our souls. This spark is found in all the plants, animals, rocks, the wind, the water, and the moisture from the sky.
We live, love, and breathe in this energy…wrapping us in cocoons of comfort
This life force of the earth…guides us, shares with us, blesses us.
Helping us live fully and balanced until we pass on.
If we just step out of the shadows and embrace the energy—-if.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
So far, so distant so perfectly a part of our lives.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The graceful (thick with moisture) clouds
Moving quickly together in rather jubilant rays of the setting sun
Gave way to a beautiful cloud-covered moon
Complete with a sparkling ring of moisture
The moon sharply swallowed by the clouds.
The quietness of the night came down softly, inviting all to drowsiness.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore
Long walks are now out of the question
Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always
He always goes with he has company. He tries very hard to be part of their play
But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout
So we did
Not going far
Just down the lane, past the equipment
Where the moon shown down on us,
A little dog, a little kitty and I
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As the brilliant golden sun left our bright winter day
The moon rose rapidly in the east….Sun and Moon sending their whispering light over our farm
As I watched the sun sink very quickly in the west, darkness speedily filling the land
The moon gently entered a shadowed colored cloud
The air shivering as I watched
The lovely old Man in the Moon
radiates white and silver
glimmering moonbeams —
like a chorus of angels in the heavens.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
Tangled there among the leaves
A tiny sliver of the moon emerged
Grabbing my camera I walked out from the surrounding buildings
So I could share, with the living noises of the farm, the small chitter of the little birds as they settled for the night, a dog’s bark from over the mesa on the flatlands, and the rush of water flowing through the ditches—-
You see I wanted to connect with the spirits of the animals, the water, the plants growing and maturing on the land
But most of all I wanted to experience the murmuring of the moon
As the daylight faded and the evening light held it’s breath; before the stars started to sing.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
It’s lovely right now. A perfect time of year.
During the day the air warms up; after a very cool night.
The sky so lovely, ever so lovely, with huge clouds sailing, and heaped here and there.
But what is the most lovely of lovelies; making me catch my breath
Is the full moon rising; peaking through the tassels of the corn
On a sweet warm night
More beautiful by far than the wingspan of an angel.
Utterly Charming!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday
When a wild wind blew up
It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid
The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau
I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening
When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up
The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!”
“What”, I replied. Feeling very puzzled.
Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name
Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)
I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage
I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.
Just once more. To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.
But, of course, he wasn’t there. There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
April’s full moon is the Pink Moon
And for a spell, it did look pink.
Friday evening the moon sang a song of light to the trees
It quickly rose as if a gust of wind was pushing it
Gradually it was free from the last branch flying high into the sky
But the most amazing thing about the moonlight, as it rose higher and higher, then through the living room window the shafts of moonlight sang a song; to which my heart cried out in wonder.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 