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Monday Moments

 I haven’t had a lot of spare time, or brain cells in the past few weeks. I’ve been trying to keep up with everyone’s posts because it warms my heart to connect even for the briefest moments. It is painful when the people you love so much and who held the highest places of honor in your hearts and minds begin to fail mentally. 

The truth is that everything moves on, whether we like it or not, and the best we can ever hope to accomplish is being part of the flow of life and accepting its unfolding. No amount of tears, anger or denial will stop its movement. Sometimes struggling can cause one to sink and face drowning in sorrow. I find it is best, in those moments, to let go and just drift with the tide, release the struggle to control anything-including my own perceptions-and just look up. Cloud watching is very meditative. Sometimes there are wonderful surprises to be found in those deceptive puffs of tantalizing white delight. Happy thoughts, amusing imagery, fond memories of lying in the grass alone or with a friend and just imagining....

As I am wont to do, I turn to the constant things in my world, those creatures that are always about the busi-ness of living, oblivious to me watching, absorbing and appreciating their diligence and beauty. It is in these moments that my pulse slows (an actuality now that I have my trusty Garmin wrist buddy to confirm it 😉), my thoughts fade into the scenery and my heart knows peace and tranquility. For these moments I am thankful.

I hope you have all had some good days, good moments and peace and tranquility, in spite of society’s best efforts to rob us of this. In case you missed any good ones or didn’t find enough, I’d like to share mine with you. 




One is a lonely number for a Lovebug




This is an Eastern Cicada Killer Wasp
And it’s huge as wasps go. They are an integral part of the natural order of cicada population control. 
And they don’t normally bother people. They are so beautiful. 




Meet Stubs, our newest back porch resident. I'm sure the story of his tail Loss is quite interesting. If only we could chat...




Another shot of the wasp. The bees, wasps, and butterflies simply love our Sweet Almond.

How about these two cuties? Born on the same day, a year apart, they share a birthday. Two of my many precious treasures. 
Happy Birthday! 




And finally....welcome to clouds. I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now...



From up and down..



and still somehow...





A promise of the end to sorrow.




It’s clouds’ illusions I recall.
I really don’t know clouds...



Aat all.....













Comments

  1. It's so important to pay attention to the beauty that surrounds us. You do that so well.

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  2. I love that song! Got me through some rough times. There is a world so close us and yet so different, we rarely see it. Your pictures bring it into focus. I hope Stubs grows his tail back.

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    1. Thanks Pam. I’m betting it will be a more magnificent tail than the original! I would be so sad without my little friends..

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  3. Thank you for the wonderful photos & words this morning. I love clouds too! 📚🎶 Christine

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    1. Thanks Christine. So good to see you! Hope you are well. 😊

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  4. The photos and the song - just what I needed! XOX

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  5. Thank you for all the Sparks o' Joy. I sure need some now. I hear you about watching a loved one fail. I saw it happening to my best friend, to my mother, and to my husband, although all three were so sharp in their prime they were still smarter than I am! It is hard, especially if they realize they're failing. HUGS, my dear. HUGS.

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    1. Thank you so much Marian, and I’m so sorry about your loved ones. Yes, it hurts when they realize they are losing control of their mental and physical capabilities. Hugs back. We move forward, one moment, one step, at a time. 💕

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