Six sided stars falling
silently in the night mark your leaving
Winter tears
Month: February 2015
One and done…
Sure limericks can be merry,
Though some think them dreary,
But invented in Limerick,
Seems a joker’s trick,
For surely all good things come from Derry.
Waterfalls…
Exploring, searching,
Six sided stars fill the night.
Winter waterfalls.
Will I…
Will I make her
Tell me twice, three times, more, before
I take a Sunday nap?
My walls…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”
Hangs our life, little pieces of it, memories in frames. Boldness, fearlessness, is on our walls, – the painters asked twice, “Are you sure this is the color you wanted?” Small shelves honor ceramic art by our sons, carvings, and photos too. Life is on our walls, wall to wall.
Freshening…
White Headed Canada Goose.
A naturalist who knows his patch. Great visuals.
Siren’s Call…
i left a comment, and reblogged, – well, ok, it’s right back there so you can back up and read Wind Against Current’s post or just click the link. The part that got me thinking was this, “It’s that small voice that calls to you: “Pay attention! this thought, or image, or moment, or destination is important!””.
And then blogger Johna Till Johnson (@johnatilljohnson) stated that artists, scientists, and adventurers all know that voice. Certainly those are all people who hear and heed the call to stop, step aside and pause, even follow where the call leads.
In one of my alter egos, the credit union security officer ego, I constantly remind co-workers that we all need to pay attention when that voice, often deep inside and speaking ever so softly, says, “Pay attention!” Then it’s to pay attention to what is happening here, why does this not feel right…
Muse or guardian, we should all cultivate listening to the voice that calls.
[When you’re visiting Wind Against Current don’t forget to see what Johna and photographer Vladimir Brezina (@vladimirbrezina), who supplies the amazing images on the blog, “really do” in life – Just saying’, people are amazing]
Thanksgiving Musings: We’re Grateful for that Still, Small Voice…
Beautiful. Thoughts. About the Siren’s call.
By Johna Till Johnson
Photos by Vladimir Brezina
This is the time of year to stop, take a pause, and think of all the things we’re grateful for. For most of us, that’s family, friends, a warm hearth when it’s cold outside…
And we’re grateful for those, very much so. Particularly our friends, who have held us close recently, and whose warmth and support have reminded us of the very best that human nature can offer.
We’re also grateful for something that’s a bit harder to articulate. It’s the common theme uniting art, poetry, adventure, and the love of nature. It’s that small voice that calls to you: “Pay attention! This thought, or image, or moment, or destination is important!”
Artists know this voice. They live by it. And scientists hear its call, too. As do adventurers. It’s the call that pulls you off the beaten path, onto a…
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Castoffs…
muddy, rough, ragged, and dull,
faceted faces, cut, polished by experience.
Sparkles, reveled in light.



