So it’s very simple really.
I’ve discovered that of all things, what the human system most needs is rest.
If you’re spinning round and round, just take a little time for you.
Don’t pack in a vacation or an experience or an activity.
It’s time to BE.
Feel the softness of life,
Feel the essential sweet touch of each day,
And come away grateful and renewed,
Ready to dance in the world again!
We steal hummingbird flowers,
For the Gods.
Wings flutter in question…
Flowers bend and sway,
Hummingbirds divebomb the other,
Video 2 of the Real Beauty Series is now live! It’s a lovely moment of mindfulness, with swaying boughs laden with flowers!
Sometimes, the simplest of equipment, the most basic of setups suffices to produce something marvelous.
Presenting: a phone camera macro, of a flower, a bee and even a tiny little golden ant!
The whorl of flowers seemed perfectly poised and then as I was taking the photo, this tiny feisty black bee landed on the petals and completely unconcerned about the giant with the phone filming the scene, it went about its vital job of nectar hunting!
It was amazing!
Found on a silver-golden morning walk.
(Tomorrow, is a special day for me and my love, so sharing this personal poem with you!)
Within the tactility of you and me,
Within the dark cocoon of love,
Is a beat;
Counting out the moments,
Meting out the feelings,
With which we confront our realities.
It is a dance,
And a race,
Where losing and winning,
Indistinguishable from the other.
The skin tells the truth,
Does it welcome touch?
The eyes tell the truth,
Do they soften,
Or turn away?
Scolding despair away,
We run away and to,
We sing in harmony or off,
But melt, melt into together!
And there’s always something,
A little out of reach…
The whole truth can never be seized.
Our two arcs intersect,
To send out sparks,
That beguile the mind into thinking,
This island of us is the whole world,
We to each other is all there is and will be.
But for this time,
That is the sweet truth.
The pen connects me to the moment,
The ghost behind the mirror hums—
A most enticing tune.
Words blazing fire!
Every coat of fear that recedes,
Reveals a vibrant unknown me.
Memories preserved in pressed flowers,
The flowers know it is not time yet…
When the air feels safe, is when you can truly breathe.
So much hidden and beautiful,
So many paths to travel…
The bedrock of the self,
Quivers in delight,
Twirls to the heavy beat,
Just the bright in my life,
Give me the sparkle,
Dissipate the dross.
I want to surf the crest only,
The trough is not for me.
In the dance of lifts and swoons,
I would be ever airborne.
What do you expect,
If you trap a creature of mountain and air,
Here on the dreary plains?
Wings of mind,
Wings of spirit,
Wings of heart—
Carry me far aloft,
Into massed cloudbanks of wonder.
Indigo winds beckon,
Invite me into their play.
In a trance I dance upon the air,
Twirl around a swirling pillar of soft white,
And clap as a rainbow fills the skies.
Peach to me is the color of peace.
Peace desperately needed.
Feel the air around.
See how still it is, how calm?
It’s telling us all something.
Let that budding feeling flower into peace.
Sometimes the simplest roadside plant can contain such a richness of color and beauty! Many mornings ago, these multi-hued confections of petals caught my eye…
They sprung up from a shrubbery in pops of brightness:
And on closer inspection, I saw:
Happy weekend! 🙂
The world is sparkling in color with the rains. The greens are greener and fresher, tender. The air is humming with cool freshness. And the flowers! Wow! The flowers are so happy, they almost dance!
Here are a few flower photographs captured on evening/morning walks around the neighborhood. On these walks I breathe! And sun-hunt and flower-hunt ever so happily.
First come the serene, rain drenched whites:
Then skip up the pinks:
Yellows nod at you cheerily:
Royal red says, ‘Yes indeed, more monsoons please!’
And did I forget the cat? Here’s the serene cat I met, resting ever so trustingly on a parked car. She was very gracious about being photographed.
What have you enjoyed about your walks recently?
It’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it? Started as a way to feel creative, like me again, Light Under Shadow was originally called ‘From Deep Under The Shadows’; exactly what I felt like, that I was hidden somewhere in shadow.
From tentative beginnings to finding validation for being all that I can be, to this amazing milestone, of a 100 blog posts! It’s been a blessing to be a part of the WordPress blogging community for all these years!
I want to thank you for daily doses of inspiration and soulfulness and for the amazing support you have shown this whimsical little blog of mine.
Let’s take a walk down memory lane with a recap of a few noteworthy posts:
3 Most Visited:
3 Most ‘Liked’
3 Most Commented:
A Few Personal Favorites:
I hope to see you here for the next hundred posts! 🙂
All of winter I tarried.
The morning walk never materialized.
And then came warm and bright and welcomed me outdoors.
I went walking with the sun’s arrival and was rewarded—
With curtains and curtains of the pinkest bougainvillea!
Wreathed in vibrancy,
Making a glory of the road and trees and walls they embraced.
They nearly sing out to you, such colours they display!
And it is with a pink smile that you come back…
After being greeted so sweetly by Spring!
Here’s wishing you that special light you seek in this season of joy and wonder, endings and beginnings! 🙂