Reflections

Have you ever been so insecure in yourself that you change to be what that person sees you as, or to please that person? Or do you feel secure in yourself and stand tall? Do you let them see themselves through your eyes or do you wear blinders as to their faults? Are you the candle or the mirror?

I shimmer in your light, I am your honesty
You stand before me and gauge yourself
in my eyes
Insignificant, you quiver, flicker,
waver until you burn yourself outI mourn your loss, you will be missed
I am fickle, I take on the persona of the
next light that stands before me
I am their honesty, I shimmer in their light

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A candle burning itself out, sputtering.

The weather has gone from eighty-two days ago to a high of forty today. Blustery winds could blow you away. My dog is terrified of the noises the wind makes inside the house. I spent yesterday laying with her on the floor so she could relax. She tends to sit on the floor beside my chair at attention, much like the guards before the palace. She cannot relax, eat, or lay down. I even had to add an old quilt to the vacant side of my bed for her so that both of us could get some sleep. I hate animals in my bed so this is the ultimate sacrifice of love for her. She is a rescue dog and I believe her to have been sorely mistreated. Four years later she is still terrified of the sound of the AC and heat when it is on and will not enter a room. Forget using a broom around her. Poor baby……

On a good note the baby geese are growing quickly, hard to believe they were hatched on V-Day. I love to watch them with their parents, military like training tactics. A hawk circled them as they swam and foraged for food. The parents, ever vigilant, honked warnings to the hawk nonstop until he finally retreated. I found I was holding my breath at times as he circled lower.

I hope the cold, high winds and near freezing temps at night will not kill my emerging plants. I am so anxious to see the flowers bloom. I would be surprised if this crazy wind does not pluck them from the ground and hurl them into the pond.

I smelled a beautiful scent in the air on Saturday, grabbed my camera and went to find it. White flowering trees along a path into the neighbors field. I snapped a few pic’s that do not do the trees justice. The smell was heavenly though I could not identify the trees.

Well friends have a blessed day and stay safe and warm. Spring will be here soon and all that comes with it….

Detours

Furrowed Blue Rows

My journal ed words scratched along thin blue lines,
thoughts, planted as seed in furrowed blue rows.
Diagrams, designs laid out carefully, outlining life’s expectancy.
Nurturing, feeding dreams, watching them sprout and grow.
Occasionally watching them wither and shrivel regardless
of time invested.
Sometimes life alters our plans, stomps in in heavy boots,
crushing dreams into the ground.
Throws up barricades causing detours, temporary or permanent.
Dreams laid to rest or postponed, life. Don’t give up, ever.
I have seen flowers thrive in the small crack of a hot pavement.
Surely dreams can grow from the pages of a scribbled journal.

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To a new day…

Surrounded by Gods wonder, blessings everywhere……. The weather has been in mid to high seventies and flowers are sprouting up. Trees are putting on small green buds, birds busy building new nests, a time of renewal.

The duck/goose eggs are still being tended by an anxious mother, although she does occasionally escape long enough for a swim with daddy. He looks so forlorn spending days alone. Soon the ducklings will hatch and the training will begin. Last summer it was a joy to behold. The parents are almost like military in training tactics.

I take great pleasure in sitting on my porch after completing my gardening and watching life unfold around me. Fish jumping in the pond, turtles sunning on the shore. I do miss my gardening friend the Heron who watched me all winter. I hope he has a place in Heaven……..