full circle

She stood tall and strong 

a wind came along and knocked her down.

Rob came and cut her up

and built a seat for the littles to get tucked

among the lichen and moss.

Then the fairies came along and moved in where they belong..

Off in a flutter

 

I'll be coming to rest on a new branch tomorrow. I'm saying goodbye to Florida and all of it's beautiful light.  I will miss the damp air and the electric skies and all the saturated colors. I will miss the ocean most of all. But I'm always happy to land in Oyster Bay where I will once again follow the northern light and re introduce myself to the resident songbirds.  

along the edge

Youth, energy, and joy.

love has no bounds

He wanted to play so his human threw the stick.

My heart sunk into my stomach.

He wanted to please..

This is not going well.

He's gone under the thundering breaking waves. The same waves that have prevented all boats from going out. The same waves that have kept the fishermen at home. The same waves that have brought the curious to see this pounding surf. 

 My heart remains in my stomach

He's struggling.

But the ocean has given him back to us. 

One very wet and tired dog with one very excellent stick.

My heart has returned to the place where it usually resides....

party time

So do do you think there will be some cute chicks there?

Florida views

This never gets old...

Today is a good day....

Today is a good day to read a poem by Mary Oliver, my favorite poet who speaks for my heart.

"Just a minute," said a voice....

"Just a minute," said a voice in the weeds,

So I stood still

in the day's exquisite early morning light

and so I didn't crush with my great feet

any small or unusual thing just happening to pass by

where I was passing by

on my way to the blueberry fields,

and maybe it was the toad

and maybe it was the June beetle

and maybe it was the pink and tender worm

who does his work without limbs or eyes

and does it well

or maybe it was the walking stick, still frail

and walking humbly by, looking for a tree,

or maybe, like Blake's wondrous meeting, it was

the elves, carrying one of their own 

on a rose-petal coffin away, away

into the deep grasses. After awhile

the quaintest voice said, "Thank you," And then there was silence.

For the rest, I would keep you wondering.

Spring is in the air

It's a time for gathering.

and a time for giving and receiving.