When I go out for a walk, I am always looking. I can't explain what I am looking for, but I know it when I see it! Usually it's a pop of colour or a ray of light and this morning's walk did not disappoint.
I like the perspective of the first photo, looks like we are travelling along a flower super highway...
No editing except some minor cropping.
I wanted to take a picture
But comfort kept me tied to my bed.
So instead I will say the blue was
Of unusual clarity,
Almost startling
Against the yellow Birch flowers
That dangled and shimmered in the morning sun.
Brushed by a North wind
That belied the calendar.
I rolled and turned my back to the cold,
Nestled in comfort.
Wanted to share some photos from this past weekend. Nature soothed my soul with its bright blues and golden sun. Nothing is blooming or budding out on the Canadian shield, I suspect they are three weeks behind the city. The ice just went off the lake five days ago, that water is bone chilling but it can't deter my little Georgie from taking a dip.
Just some photos I've taken recently.
I'm still enamoured by the scilla, they won't be here much longer.
The tree leaves are just beginning to peek out, I watch them carefully and yet I'm always surprised when they pop!
And I had to include a couple of pics of my girls. When I stood on a chair to take photos of the buds, my dogs suspected squirrel activity and came to investigate. I love their intensity.
I have always struggled with sleep. Struggled to fall asleep, stay asleep and to not have night terrors. Over time it's gotten better, I have developed a strategy to quiet my racing thoughts. Different things depending on my mental state; I might imagine a peaceful scene, or listen to my breath or silently chant the hare krishna.
The last few nights an old and painful memory from my childhood has been creeping in to derail my brain train. I tried to envision things that brought me light; the sweet blue flowers outside my window, a golden meadow that stretched out before me but nothing seemed to push the darkness out. As I lay there in the dark I realized that if I only opened my eyes I would see my greatest source of light - my darling husband. His light has lit a path for me to be able to do the hard work of working on myself. He has been my greatest comfort and my biggest motivator.
So I opened them and there before me was a pillow! With his arm wedged under it, the pillow rose between us. It gave me a smile and I pushed it down and saw him sleeping peacefully. What worries could I have as I reached to hold his hand? The past is in the past. I am here now, loved and loving, snuggled in with my best friend and our dogs and all is well.
Edited to add: I had this written last night and managed to delete it. Sad lesson learned about saving my work in progress.
A couple of weeks ago I was poking around the detritus in my garden, searching for signs of spring, and I stumbled upon this pine cone nestled on shoots of green. It was so sweet and delicate, I had to snap a photo. Then last week I checked to see if it was still there, and happily it was. Today I went back again.
There's just something about this little pine cone surrounded by spring's green glow that draws me in and inspires me to follow suit.
I have to be honest and admit Prince's passing caused me to shed a few tears. And so I went outside to see what there was to see. Of course I had to take some photos of the scilla siberica, purple petals glowing in the sun.
Life goes on, for me and for you and I like to think for Prince too. His energy flows on and on...
"Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word, life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you
There's something else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness"
