As Mother's Day approaches I am grateful for the women who shaped me into the wild woman I am. I miss my grandmothers terribly today. I wish they were here wagging their fingers at me urging me to be all that I can be - holding me to high standard of strength while being womanly and doing what needs to be done. Thank you for role modeling what a strong integral woman looks like. Thank you for showing me how to give love to your family. I am so blessed for the gifts you shared with me and the memories of our lives together. And thank you for loving me unconditionally.
Home
The view from my happy place after a busy day turning soil. There's a flicker, a great crested fly catcher, the summer tanagers have arrived, the wood thrush sings in the morning, there are juvenile chickadees.. and I am grateful for my slow paced life.
Brook
Morning..
Exhaling..
In the wind
Under the swaying branches
Before the rain
And the retreat
The first full breath
Of daylight.
Breath.
Barnardsville
Wood Thrush
Babbling Creek
Blue sky
Wandering
But not lost
Homesick
But home
Friends song
Held in the notes of the Louisiana Waterthrush
Spring has sprung
Quiet mind
Space
And wonder..
Tick tock
Adventure calls..
