Twenty Beats of the Heart, Then Just a Few More—Wednesday, December 11, 2019

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

 

 

The Spirits Ride the Evening Sky — Monday, September, 2019

(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

 

The Home of the God(s)—Your, Mine and Ours—Thursday, August 15, 2019

(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

Shadows Peopled by Those We Cannot See—Sunday, July 21, 2019

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

Listen to the Moon —- Monday, April 22, 2019

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

 

In That Glow —- Monday, March 18, 2019

Of the lengthening days and the shortening of the nights

That wonderous moon grows ever fuller; shining brightly from ascent to descent.

Brightening our dimming dusk making it glow!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

There in the Star-Flexed Sky—-Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Boomer and I went for wee walk last night (and a couple of nights ago)

Mindy following along behind, besides, in front, sometimes hidden, sometimes right at my feet

We went when the moon was just a sliver, followed by a shining star

I got it in my head to try and take a photo or two of the stars shining down on us as we walked along…the orange lights at the bottom of the photo are the house lights way over the mesa and down in the holler from our farm

 

It was surprisingly fun to soar up above the earth with my camera

This is Venus shining gloriously in the west.

Someday I would love to have a camera which could take better photos of that wonderous sky at night.

But until I am very rich…I will enjoy the camera I have…

and my wee walks

with very good friends

As we explore the beauty of the night!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

P.S.  That is the pinto bean header on the pinto bean combine at night.  I thought it was rather neat looking!

Hugs

 

 

Moving into the Heart of the Light—Thursday, July 13, 2017

A large portion of my day is spent on a ditch bank….somewhere, someplace, here on the farm

Morning, noon, evening…the earth, the sky, the water—moisture in the air..rain landing softly on the fields rich with good earth and lush plants

The sun captures so brilliantly the clift on the Uncompahgre Plateau where the Plateau starts to change and slope toward Grand Junction.  It’s close to this cleft where a person can descend into Gateway, Colorado

Lately the air has been restless; shifting, rising, flowing–heavy with moisture

Sometimes the sun is suspended in the western sky…blazing the horizon into a dazzling display of red, orange and yellow

I have no true favorite time of the sky…I love the luminous eastern sky’s violet when the final stars are gone.  The early sun turning from violet to pink then gold and

finally a robin’s egg blue

And the night-time full of the moon or the stars so brilliant it’s like being surrounded by diamonds

I (sometimes) think our lives have seasons…times when nothing seems to be happening…but, if we look close…there are many changes going on… we just forget to see them.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Peaceful Radiance—-Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The wind has been blowing hot and long for several days now.  Starting around 10 in the morning and sighing to nothingness by twilight.

The full moon is shrinking, every night a little bit more toward that dark time without the moon.

Still the evenings are beautiful with the shining path of peaceful radiance we call silver-moon-lit skies.

I love these little spaces of time, whereby it’s just Boomer and I walking in the silence (sometimes Min-Min cat goes along with us) ….which really isn’t silent.

The furnace blast of heat is gone, the night air calm and alive, with an intoxication, of being pleasantly free from huge gusts of heat—hot wind, which whirls my hair into my face and mouth; free from being pelted with tiny bits of dirt.

In the daytime we hear the voice of the wind, but as the evening comes on we feel the night of tranquility!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Noctivagator—That’s Me—Monday, May 15, 2017

Sara from Punkin’s Patch…… sent me this tiny bit of information:  Word of the day: “noctivagant” – of a person or creature, given to roaming & ranging in the darkness; night-wandering (noun “noctivagator”).

I guess that’s right!  I do love my little walks at night!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda