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PRAIRIE PERIL

The hawk and traveler stood still. I suppose the time had come. She slowly vanishes,  until I see no more of her.   I felt like a stranger in a foreign land. So much anguish here. Brilliant red shadows at … Continue reading

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THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

I have been observing with interest a rock formation that has been developing in my garden for the past week. It would seem that today it is perhaps complete as it now forms a full circle. The stones from my … Continue reading

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TINY WING BALLET

Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly’s wings, vulture’s wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly’s serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly or a bumble-bee-wings; and when they fly, they fly … Continue reading

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GARDEN AT DUSK

A dragonfly circles above me, a creature of the wind. Its iridescent wings so incredibly sensitive to the slightest breeze…it flutters, dives and lands. It lives such a short life, it knows it must live to the fullest with what … Continue reading

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MUSES FROM THE GARDEN

According to Greek mythology, muses are the ageless spirits who inspire and watch over us as we create. What better place for muses to reside than a cool, green mossy garden?All who enter my garden are promised a quiet place … Continue reading

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HELLO GRACE!

I came across this a while ago and thought how true…For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing. for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing … Continue reading

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CATCH A SUNSET ON VANCOUVER ISLAND

  Many evenings I will observe the birds along the ocean edge and I marvel as the sun goes down how steady they stand and watch the giant, burnt-orange sphere meet the horizon. In those moments they embrace their solitude … Continue reading

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