Autumn magic
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it
– Roald Dahl
Let it be
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
Shamrock
For ’tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it’s green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all. ~Mary Elizabeth Blake
Frozen
The first winter weather of the season arrived as an ice storm today. Schools closed. Power lines came down. Roads iced over. And the old timer up the road slid his truck into a ditch. Despite the inconveniences caused by the storm, I cannot help but see the beauty of the ice.
WPC: The little white church
The little white church in my small town has just a handful of members now. It has, however, miraculously managed to keep its doors open. Many of the small churches around here have long been shuttered. A few have been lucky enough to find a second life as office space or storage. It’s sad when…
Late summer’s walk in the woods
As the sun wanes and the leaves slowly change, you can still find the beauty of summer tucked into the woods, if you just look closely.
When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen… there will be something to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.
WPC: Morning (the lonely chair)
When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
WPC: Morning has broken
Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing Praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…
Wordless Wednesday: Queen Anne’s Lace
WPC: details (sectoral heterochromia iridis)
Bright sunshine brings out the details of my sectoral heterochromia iridis (aka my half-n-half eyeball). It’s a rare mutation that only affects about 1% of the population. Some say it’s because I ate my twin in the womb. Others say it’s a sign of royalty. I’m inclined to believe the latter, so I think I’ll…
Downy woodpecker
Nowhere else to go
I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.
– Abraham Lincoln
Wordless Wednesday: buttercup
WPC: Future (Clydesdales)
Clydesdales are a breed of heavy draft horse that originated in Scotland. They were originally used for heaving hauling in logging and mining camps and as a working farm animal. In the mid-20th century, the Clydesdales went into decline and there were only 80 recorded Clydesdales in England in 1949. In 1975, the breed was…
