It’s springtime in Colorado and the pelicans are returning to our landlocked state. When my husband and I first beheld a flock of large white birds on one of Colorado’s reservoirs many years ago, we mistook them for swans. As it turned out, they were pelicans. Always having associated these birds with coastal waters, we … Continue reading A Wonderful Bird is the Pelican
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, Hoffnung ist das Wesen mit Federn Das sich in der Seele niederläßt, Und die Melodie wortlos singt, Und niemals damit aufhört, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be … Continue reading Hope is the Thing with Feathers
My body is in line. It is at its darkest point, but only for a short time. Not enough time for madness or temporary depression to set in. The darkest point is only a brief window of opportunity. Opportunity for sadness, loneliness, falling out of love and other states associated with the lack … Continue reading Solstice
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