Stay in the Light

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When I took this picture 2 winters ago, I can still feel the chilling cold that was in this moment. You could not stay outside for long. And yet the birds and the squirrels were constantly moving, keeping themselves fed and as warm as was possible. The flurry of activity felt like a desperate journey for survival.

My pictures often show me messages long after I’ve taken them. I see the squirrel diligently getting each last seed into his mouth, barely looking forward, just enough to get the next morsel. And the cardinal has his eye on the seeds too. But in this moment, as he is descending, he is strangely in between worlds. The world of solid matter where the wooden porch is just beneath one half of his wings. And on the other half of his wings, there are lights, and shimmery hues. Perhaps there are little nature angels, keeping him warm as he opens up his whole soul and makes himself vulnerable.  In this moment, he is in such contrast to the squirrel who is so closed up, so hunkered down. In total survival mode.

Stay in the light
Your dreams will be fed.

Stay in the light
Your healing draws nigh.

Stay in the light
Feel the warmth in your heart.

Your thoughts will crystalize
Into your design
Blessed by your Faith
And healed by your Love.

Survival

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The snow is blowing sideways

The wind is howling fierce.

My sweater’s not enough

My scarf is getting soaked

I hope to find a warm place

To rest my head tonite.

The storm is in a rage

And my life is in its hands

The Snowy Owl

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Winter came with a vengeance.
Threatening the homeless
with subzero drops.
Killing fuel lines,
parking cars on snow drifted streets.
Colder and colder
and more bitter it became.
Slowing the progress,
hushing the busy.
And then in all this arctic freeze
I saw a soul through yellow eyes
A heart, beating in this cold
Sheltered by the pier
Gliding on the wind
and nestling in the drifts.

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Blue Brilliance

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I went to look for the bluebirds

Little snatches of blue joy

Flitting over the landscape

Sparkling through fall yellows and oranges

Gathering on the tops of leafless trees

Watching us curiously.

But they are gone.

Wisely leaving the cold behind.

Letting the sun warm their blue brilliance

Very south of here.