Grasp with the heart
hands can’t contain
Grasp with the heart
hands can’t contain
Have you ever woken up miserable?
Where loneliness robed the feeling of “I’m forgotten?” When love is coldly foreign? When yesterday’s troubles play its death song and your feet march to its tempo as you go from the bed, to the bathroom, to the sofa?
Do you understand what I mean?
Well, let me give you one more description.
At the start of the day, yesterday’s burdens surface, chest concave, shoulders fall forward and chin lands on your chest. Before you know, your shoulders are greeting your knees. You lift your head slightly and the gym is nowhere in sight. It is then when you know, you are not stretching your limbs for your benefit. Unable to take a deep breath you sink lower dreading the day.
Yet, somehow, we must carry on with duties, responsibilities and live with a grateful heart. Really? Honestly? Let’s be real here. How?
I don’t know about you, but for me, that’s when light, movement or color captures my attention. It normally comes from low on the horizon or off the ground. Maybe because that’s where I’ve aimed my view.
Well, because of my state of mind, hurting heart or heavy soul, I don’t straighten up. I actually lower myself even more, to the point where I could hug my legs. It is then when I take a picture or two and something begins to shift inside of me.
The first change I notice happens in my thoughts, my focus is not on yesterday at all, it’s on the now, on what I’m seeing. Slowly my chin lifts off my chest.
Second thing which changes me, is an unexplainable joy. It begins to drip inside my heart. Each drop heals hurts, calms pains, clears my sight from worries and concerns. It is then when my posture begins to straighten and I look beyond myself.
Last, my surroundings remind me of truths; of priceless fortune, sparkling value and important significance. These truths mend my torn soul. Soon my shoulders are back and I smile because, I know, I matter.
But, I couldn’t have the changes happening in me if I couldn’t see the light, the movement and the color. But even if I didn’t notice these things, I wouldn’t know that I matter, if I didn’t believe on the truths of my own worth.
As long as I am alive, I have something to give to someone. I can hug, kiss, smile or speak a kind word. And if the day comes when I can’t do any of these, I pray that my face will remind anyone of what I use to be, do and give.
When, I’m at my lowest, I will continue to look for the light, movement and color. For they reveal a unique design outside and inside of me. Both perspectives point to riches for us to always seek.
May you find light, movement or color to remind you of your worth and significance. For you matter to me. Hugs and kisses. 😊
Genesis 3:6 When the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was desirable to make one wise, she took from its fruit and ate; and she gave also to her husband with her, and he ate.
What’s looking good to you?
What’s bringing delight to your eye?
What’s being desirable?
What experience are you contemplating which will cause you to become wise?
Now, to make it more personal, change the word “what’s” to “who’s” on the first three questions.
You may not be planning to share your choice with anyone. But once guilt begins to eat you from the inside, it’ll change your moods effecting any relationship close to you.
Once you cross the bridge, you can come back, but you will not return the same. Wiser perhaps, from personal knowledge, but definitely consequences will cross back with you.
Be wise by hearing the Word of God and heed to its warning. It will save you from shattering hearts and damaging your own.
Walk humbly with the Lord today, as for tomorrow, that’s for another day.
On some winter
During nautical twilight
I sit, wait and watch the sky
Gray, white clouds
Gliding apart like smoke
From an unseen chimney
As civil twilight
Lights up the heavens
My heart anticipates
What is yet to be seen, color
With great assurance
The sun rises on time
Painting the sky, the clouds
The water, the ice before me
Happiness and glee
Spreads for all to see,
To receive and to believe
I then go to live out a dream
When I take a photo like this one, I know it will speak to me later at some appointed time. Today was that time for it stirred my soul.
The reflecting colors of the morning sun relaxed my soul to the point that I could hear my heart. It brought joy and happiness and contentment. But there was more and I had to quiet my mind to hear my heart and find out why I wasn’t ready for the Holidays.
You see, I love Thanksgiving just as much as Christmas time because my children would come home. it matter not that they weren’t all present at the same time. Their different path didn’t allow them. During these holidays families everywhere take time to cross paths and we did the same. We came together and shared our lives. Was it all happy and full of joy, nope.
Differences will exist no matter how tight and blessed a family maybe. Issues did surface. Respect is what one must work on when people don’t see eye to eye. Which is difficult to give when one doesn’t feel accepted for who they are or valued. And, it is difficult to give when beliefs or ideals are not the same. The challenge is not how to get along while in the same house, but how to stay in touch when they all go their separate ways.
You know why I’m not ready for the Holidays? Because I’m going to miss out on the differences that my family would have brought home. I’ve learned, their differences expand my heart and broadened my perspective. Their paths have led them where I yet to go. They’ve seen what I yet to see and they have felt what I yet have felt. Not because I might not have been in those actual places, but I haven’t with them.
The telling that I will miss, is not in words, but in their eye twinkle, their lip curled, their hands jesters when they do speak or not say a word. It’s the energy they release in the room or when they see you. Whether it is positive or negative, it is still family and one knows where that person heart is at and how to care for them.
Then there’s the physical touch that does wonders to our souls. It sends messages that words can never describe. the presence of another person in the room or the holding of hands, or an embrace, melts differences away at least for that time. One must feel safe and not be judged to be real.
I will miss, the real moments of my family.
Plus, I will not experience the emptiness that is left when they are all gone. It’s in the emptiness that gratitude is intensified. This year, emptiness arrived early. My children will celebrate with other family members and/or friends. Only one child will be present at each Holiday. I’m grateful for this blessing.
Am I sad, no, not really. This is life and I will find the most from where I am. But I will miss out on the quietness in my heart after they all have returned to their own paths.
Like the reflection of the colors on this photo, I smile today out of gratitude for the reflections of the previous holidays, which I have much to be glad about. As for my children, they are on their path and will have many different experiences which they will tell me about next time we meet.
For now, I’ll enjoy the memories, like a good glass of wine and watch the sunset.
Tyndale Life Application Daily Devotion
Cling to your faith in Christ, and keep your conscience clear. For some people have deliberately violated their consciences; as a result, their faith has been shipwrecked.
— 1 Timothy 1:19 NLT
How can you hold on to a good conscience? Treasure your faith in Christ more than anything else and do what you know is right. Each time you deliberately ignore your conscience, you are hardening your heart. Over a period of time your capacity to tell right from wrong will diminish.
As you walk with God, he will speak to you through your conscience, letting you know the difference between right and wrong. Be sure to act on those inner tugs so that you do what is right—then your conscience will remain clear.
© 2010 by Tyndale House Publishers
Lord, when hard news come our way, it rocks our clinging faith in you. Humanely we began with the question which begin with the word why. Then we become angry, upset or disappointed and we react from those emotions.
Helps us Lord, to give ourself time for you to come and tend to our state of confusion and hurt. We may be in need of a spiritual time out, then we will not react from our fear or anger and violate our consciousness and sin.
Lord help us to keep a clean conscience during this time of the year when family draws near with one another. May we not shipwreck our faith.
Help us yo start our day with you and remain with you. Then any shaking which may come will not remove or shipwreck our clinging faith in you. In Jesus name I ask. Amen.
Thank you lord for gifting me with photography and writing. May they bring you glory and praise all the days of my life.
A DEVOTIONAL INSERT ~ From Biblehub
“Who knows if perhaps you were made queen for just such a time as this?”
— Esther 4:14 NLT
“Although we believe God shows us the way, it doesn’t follow that we have a perfect understanding of where He’s taking us and why.
When David contemplated the hand of God guiding him, when he saw that God had hemmed him in “behind and before,” he declared that such “knowledge was too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain” (Psalm 139:5-6).
It is true that God gives us glimpses of where He’s taking us from time to time, but at bottom such knowledge is beyond human comprehension. We don’t follow God because we’ve seen and pre-approved His direction for our lives, but because we trust Him.
But then the moment arrives when it all makes sense, when the goal becomes clear.
Surely Esther did not want to become a harem girl, surely she did not know why she became queen, but the moment came when God’s purpose was revealed. Mordecai’s words of our verse are rhetorical. Clearly, obviously, God had brought her to this point in time so she could help her people.
Although God did not previously reveal His purpose, He was speaking forcefully now through the circumstances of life and Mordecai knew exactly what Esther had to do.”
To the queens out there, who’s your Mordecai?
Who is reminding you of why God has brought you to such a time as this?
Who is helping you see and understand why God permitted for you to be placed where you are, experiencing something you didn’t willingly sign up to do?
Lord, help us to endure the place you have us at and not miss the glorious blessing you will do through us after we have suffer for a little while.
While the tormenting makes us desire to run away, give us wisdom and boldness to persevere and listen to wise, godly counsel.
Lord, may we rise to the challenge like Queen Easter and allow your Holy Spirit to lead and guide us to our “such a time as this” moments in our lives as unbearable as they may be.
In Jesus name I ask. Amen.
An insert from my morning devotional.
Living His Word
“Where do you go when it seems like the very earth has given way? When it seems like a landslide has carried the very mountains into the heart of the sea? That which seemed stable, and even eternal, breaks apart and crumbles to pieces. You begin to question your talents and abilities. You even begin to question the call of God on your life. Maybe you got it wrong. Maybe it was all a big mistake. After all, if God were in it, He wouldn’t have allowed all this to happen, would He?
Then it gets worse. It seems like the sea can’t stop churning and convulsing. It seems like one chain of mountains wasn’t enough for it and it wants to swallow even more of them. The one thing you needed was taken away and now everything else is being threatened. Real fear begins to rise up in your soul. Anxiety like you’ve never had before gets a grip on you. You try to keep it under control, but this is beyond anything you have ever experienced. It’s the challenge of your life.”
During these times of your life did the verse below ever come to mind?
“God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling.” Psalms 4:1-3
I pray these verses will come to mind and you believe the truth, God is a refuge, is strength and does help when the mountains have fallen to the heart of the sea.
Lord, show up, reveal yourself in a way that your peace and assurance baths not only the soul and mind, but the spirit of anyone who find themselves in roaring, foaming troubled waters. In Jesus name I pray, for your word never returns void.
The wind quickened and the stormed continued to develop. Me?
I happily drove south with my husband in the car. It was an opportunity which I couldn’t miss.
No rainstorm was going to bound me indoors, keeping away from nature.
The drive didn’t start out with rain. But once south of Turnagain Arm, Seward highway, heavy clouds moved low on the road onto the water and out to sea.
Wet terrain darkened the fall colors causing me to desire a hot drink. After coffee and a treat, I drove us back home to Anchorage.
With the rain pouring down and on coming cars lifting rainwater to my windshield, the view hid from my sight.
Therefore, I had to stop now and then.
Once out the car, I not only enjoyed the beautiful scenic view, but the weather bath me as I engulfed myself with its refreshing wind and cold rain, allowing it to run down my face and wet hair on to my raincoat.
Then, I remembered a photographed of a leafless bush.
I ponder about deleting it as I drove.
Once home, I reviewed the photos and something told me to keep the photo of the lonely bush.
It wasn’t until a week later, that I understand why it caught my attention.
A message waited there, captured in the photo just for me only to be released at an appointed time.
My heart not only had to understand the message, but comprehend its importance in my life.
I posted the messages on the actual photo on Instagram, Facebook and here, on WordPress, as a journal to remind me where I’ve been and what life’s circumstance I’ve overcome.
Nature speaks to my soul.
In time, I’m able to write what I’ve seen, felt or heard. Many time I don’t under stand why I felt compelled to take a picture. But I’ve learned, to rust the nudge and the reason will gurgle up from my own life experience.
I hope you enjoy this short outdoors exploration. I sure did.
FAITH ON WHAT’S TO COME
This too shall pass.
~Just because I woke late doesn’t mean I will not get much done.
I’ve planned, wrote, and created post on Facebook, Instagram and WordPress.
~Just because the sky is cover with stormy clouds doesn’t mean life will dump on me.
Friends have called, texted and messaged me speaking blessed truth into my soul.
~Just because the day is cold and gray doesn’t mean sadness will over take my heart.
Delight and assurance have been my companions to wonder in the world of creativity.
May the clouds covering your blue, sunny sky not hinder you from receiving the gifts of accomplishment, friendship or creativity in your life today or any day.
PHOTO A DAY CHALLENGE: CLOUDS
Nothing of us is insignificant, nothing!
You, yes, you.
You are valuable.
I’ve been gone way too long and I miss reading your creative post. Boy, I miss you. I hope you are still blogging and creating. Me? I’ve had many ideas through out my travels which left me dreaming. Hope the dreams will become a reality and I’ll write about them here on my blog.
Now that I will be home for a while, I’ll be writing again and catching-up with your beautiful creative hearts. I can’t wait to connect with each of you through your blogs soon enough.
The clip above is from my last flight a few days ago, from Chattanooga Tennessee to Anchorage Alaska. I slept most of the flight so these photos are only in Washington and Seattle. But, don’t worry I have photos from Tennessee, North Carolina, Canada and Alaska to show you. The last photo on the clip is from home, Anchorage.
Home will be between Anchorage and Seattle for a while since we sold our house in Vancouver, Washington in July. Which sold in less than twelve hours and we found ourselves moving out in a few weeks after we return from our travels. Our belongings wait in storage, until we decide where to buy a house. I’m still recovering from the sudden uproot and leaving my friends without having time to say, “See you later.”
There are many photos to show you and things to tell you from all my travels. We drove from Vancouver to Anchorage and boy was that fun. I would love to do that trip again. Ill tell you why in another post. I must keep in mind, one thing at a time.
For now, Ill share, I just returned from a soul, spirit and creative retreats and I’m climbing down slowly from the high. I’ve set goals for myself and plan to accomplish some before the year is over. I want to find ways to sell my photos. Maybe post cards or calendars. Plus some of my poetry, thoughts and short stories. I have a lot of planning and work to do. I can actually see the top of my next climb.
Coming down from a high, I told myself, not to stay down and do nothing, but to plan a new climb from what the last climb taught me. By not doing anything and return to my last condition that fear kept me in, I’ll be wasting a great deal of information and gifts which others creative, lovingly artists enriched my life with.
Here on my blog, I will make my blue prints through my entry posts. Hope you’ll stop by and see what I’m up too, the challenges and the struggles. Plus what is tugging at my heart. See you all, soon. Bunches of love being sent your way.
Blessings and don’t forget, bless others around you with your gifts and talents. Until next time, Lidia.
Which clouds do your eyes focus on when you travel?
Is it the darkest ones in the far distance gathering for a storm, or the ones above you ready to release their showers, or the one drifting above the grown, soon to vanish before you draw near?
For me? It was the whitest one of all. It drifted low, rapidly changing, becoming smaller the closer my husband drove around the bend.
Clouds fascinate me. They deliver more than destruction or harm when they release the rain. They provide what’s needed for change to occur.
One day, maybe tomorrow or next spring, change will be seen. Not just by the new growth, but by the maturity and strength of how the tree, the bush or the vine endured the dark, heavy clouds that soon would appear.
I’ve been gone way too long and
I’ve miss your moving words
Your tender flow of poetry
Your amazing photography
Your unique ways of attraction,
Your wooing ways to call us back
To see and read your posts
For a bit
EAGLE RIVER, ALASKA
When the view is this pristine, its beauty runs through my veins bringing life into my heart, tugging my spirit and awakening my soul.
Suddenly, I, the me inside, can finally breath deep as I stretch my spirit to the heavens yawning my worry away from my soul to the only One who is in control.
Troubles? Take Timeouts.
Remember, as children when we got in trouble, we were sent to timeout?
As a parent, I would tell my kids to think about what they did wrong. While the child sat, they would have to stay there until they, themselves, identified their error and understood the correct manner of behavior. Which I had already explain to them, but they had to own their choice and decide to make better choices in the future.
Without knowing why, today, my soul was troubled, I had the urge to go for a drive and have a timeout. Expecting to learn the error of my ways I desired to find a place out in nature to listen to what God had taught me and seem to be trying to remind me. Eagle River, Alaska came to mind. Being a place where bears are cited, I invited a friend and off we went. (We didn’t see any bears, which we were thankful after learning that this was the time for brown bears and grizzlies to be passing through to feed from the salmon runs.)
Before leaving my place, I took time to read my devotional. As soon as I read the verses, I had the urge to leave, now. Without reading any further, I left with three questions packed in my heart. What should I be asking? What should I be seeking? And where should I be knocking? Eagerly I drove, expecting to hear definite answers from God at some point on the hike but, none came.
For those of you who know the passage, the verses were from Matthew 7:7-8 “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.” They’re familiar verses in the Christian community, but for me this time they had something new to teach me. I just didn’t know exactly what that lesson was, because I hadn’t identify where I stood with God.
Seating and pondering on my day in Eagle River, which I didn’t receive answers or clarity of these verses or my errored ways, I read the rest of the devotional. It reminded me to be persistent in asking and that Jesus doesn’t recommend for us to ask, He commands for us to ask. Now that’s something to think about for my future timeout from my day.
The devotional also said, that asking isn’t quite sufficient from Jesus’ point of view. He wants us to take it up a notch. We should seek out what we need from God and we will find it. Well asking is much less work than seeking, because one doesn’t have to do anything. While seeking takes our effort not just God’s. There are times, I just want the answer without much work on my part.
Do you remember asking your mom for something you know she could easily give you, but she sent you out to find it yourself and then get it on your own? Well I’m wondering if that’s what God was trying to tell me, when I rather for Him to just hand it to me. I still wonder, what is it that I truly want? I sense I must go on to the third question maybe I will receive clarity.
Knocking on the door is the final step. Well the devotional reference that the door is heaven’s door. It also mention that our asking and seeking takes us to the very doorsteps of heaven. Once there, we shouldn’t just stand there and wait, we should knock on the door. Well to tell you the truth, I’ve been afraid to knock on the door. Why? Because of what God has to offer.
What if God gives me my heart desire only to be taken away. Maybe, I don’t want to feel that pain again, so I will not knock, then I keep what I long for in the longing place of my heart. No wonder I felt like a timeout. I needed to see the error of my thinking and correct it with truth. It is better to have had it for a short while than not to have it at all. Besides, who told me that it will be taken again and why bother having it in the first place? Who have I been listening to? Whom have I followed? I’ve listen to the voices of Doubt, Disappointment and Fear.
They misguided me because of the troubles that have come and taken the good things my husband and I have been blessed with in Vancouver. We placed our house on the market and sold within twelve hours. We had to leave quickly that we didn’t have time to say good-bye to our friends. The move-out happened in less than two weeks from our return of our working travels. Our belongings were stuffed in storage and off we flew to Alaska to work again.
Now, we are homeless and have no idea where to plant our life and allow roots to grow. You see, I have lived in almost twenty places in thirty-five years of marriage which includes less than ten city moves and seven states covering from Texas to Maryland to Montana to Washington and now Alaska.
Do you see why I’m shy to knock and ask where should I be seeking residency? At the moment, we’re staying in an Airbnb in Alaska provided by my husband’s work. When he’s not working we’ll be staying with my daughter in Seattle, Washington.
I know once I knock on the door of heaven, it will be open. God will meet me and He will provide the answer. But, will it be the answer I seek? Or will He offer me the answer which is best to produce the fruits that are needed? I also know, that God will hand my husband and I not only what we need but gift us with more, with the purpose of sharing. All things do come from his storehouse and he will place the gifts into our hands for us and for us to share.
I understand. It’s not about finding residency, a house to call home or having a dwelling place. It’s about asking and seeking where does God want us, my husband and I to bear fruit. Like the devotional said, all of our persistent asking, seeking and knocking shows God that we are serious and sincere about our desire to bear fruits like John teaches.
John 15:16 “You have not chosen Me, I have chosen you. I have set you apart for the work of bringing in fruit. Your fruit should last. And whatever you ask the Father in My name, He will give it to you.”
Am I ready to ask, seek and knock? I am. I’ve recognize the error of my ways, listening and believing the voices of Doubt, Disappointment and Fear instead of the voice of my Shepard, Jesus himself. I should trust Him with our future, my husbands and mine as a couple and mine as an individual.
Father, In Jesus name I come and ask to show me the way my husband and I should go and where to plant our lives to bear fruit, so that you can feed those who hunger after your precepts and desire to draw closer to you plus, to learn about your Son, the one who saves, died and rose again, Jesus, who conquered our sins, who forgives without our cost. for He paid it all. Thank you for choosing me. In Jesus name I ask, seek and knock. And in His name I wait to find a home to share of what God has in store for my husband and me.
“God takes our breath so He can give us His.” by Sonya Martines
Photo by Lori Call Jones
Beauty desires to beautify one’s safe place, where one resides.
open the door,
allow Beauty to come in
and brighten your heart.
Life grabbed me by the seat of my pants, placed me on a boat in the middle of a river with no paddles or motor.
Cold rainy days and nights I’ve experienced with moments where I felt as if I was drowning.
Then the sky clears and the sun shines and God’s glory is seen.
When moments like this come my way, I smile as I float by.
Slowly I close my eyes as the view vanishes out of sight.
I then savor the moment, guarding my memory in my heart, for I don’t know what lies on the other side of the river’s bend of tomorrow.
Simple small acts of pure kindness
purifies the heart from anger, bitterness and revenge. LH
May the Lord open your heart to see the beauty in the ordinary.
Then you’ll never tire of the familiarity.
Takes a posture.
Adheres to rectitude.
Adheres to honesty.
Adheres to righteousness.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week Columns and Vertical Lines
KEEP IN MIND TODAY AND EVERY DAY ~ “One individual life may be of priceless value to God’s purpose, and yours may be that life.” My Utmost for His Highest Nov. 30
“But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect . . .” 1 Corinthians 15:10
I am what I am, in Christ.
TENER EN CUENTA HOY Y TODOS LOS DÍAS ~ “Una vida individual puede tener un valor inestimable para el propósito de Dios, y la tuya puede ser esa vida”. Mi máximo para su más alto Nov. 30
“Pero por la gracia de Dios, soy lo que soy, y su gracia para mí no fue sin efecto …”. 1 Corintios 15:10
Soy lo que soy, en Cristo.
Illumination comes when a source of Light shines in the crevasses of our heart exposing narrow thinking, shallow ways and stubborn blocks.
Once a heart’s change has occurred the greens of growth will be brightly seen.
La iluminación llega cuando una fuente de Luz brilla en las grietas de nuestro corazón y expone el pensamiento angosto, las formas superficiales y los bloques obstinados.
Una vez que ha ocurrido un cambio en el corazón, los verdes del crecimiento se verán brillantemente.
THROUGH OUT YOUR WEEK
May the Lord refresh your spirit like the morning rain does to the air we breath.
Que el Señor refresque su espíritu como lo hace la lluvia de la mañana en el aire que respiramos.
DARE TO COME
Morning Light is welcomed by a morning lover,
As for others the morning sun is just a bother.
To me? Well, it depends on my mindset or my waking mood.
But, if I pray as I wake, then I’m more than just good.
I’ll be flying high on cloud nine for the whole entire day.
Before I sleep, I ask the Good Lord to remind me to pray, when I wake.
A photo a week challenge ~ Light
Lately it has been difficult to sit and write my stories. Life has thrown many curves and I’m trying to stay sane.
Thank God for those who challenges us to write anything by using a word, a photo or two.
As for my stories, I need to pray for inspiration to pick up where I left them and finish at least on of them.
Will you join me and pray for me? Thank you.
How can I pray for you?
WHAT I KNOW TO BE TRUE
Blessings come and go and so do the trials and hardships. But, the Lord remains steadily faithful like an unmovable majestic mountain
Let me tell you the story behind the picture.
There I stood, with my eyes fixed on the distant mountains the breeze refreshed my skin. I stepped back to leave when movement on the grown caught my attention.
A dandelion swayed below my feet. I sensed it wanted me to see what it saw.
Holding to the road rail, down on my rump I went. But, to witness the picturesque view of the weed, I had to lay down by the side of the road.
I was so glad I did.
Now, getting up was a bit challenging, for the gravel and the inclined made my feet slipped.
Thank-goodness for road rails.
Incase, you want to know why I try to post positive and uplifting words and scripture?
Because they are my personal road map to myself.
Otherwise, the negative, put down, and hindering voices make me doubt on where to head. When they come, they not only want to hang around, but navigate my life. Telling me to go back where I came from.
Often, I return to a previous post only to read what I have told myself, slamming the door on the voices of doubt, insecurity, fear and insignificance.
With the Lord’s confidence, I remind myself, I am no longer that small, timid, shrinking back latina girl.
More and more, I voice, “I am bold and courageous and daring. I’m a pillar of fire whom can’t easily be put out.
I know God has gifted me with the ability to express my thoughts and see beauty to photograph.
Through my photography I soar like an eagle as I explore where life takes me. At places where the Lord allows my feet to walk, His Spirit helps me see the beauty around.
I only need to listen and go where the light shines and the wind moves. There, I see what God wants me to see and I can’t wait to share my finds and words here with you.
Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. God bless each of you.
My dog died.
My friend’s cat died.
Someone’s grandma died.
Then, I died.
Death came and took me to a place I didn’t belong.
That grandma I read about on Facebook, was nowhere to be seen.
As for my friend’s fluffy cat, there were no meows of his to be heard.
Alone, I cried as I called, “Bo, come boy.” But, he never came to greet me.
Where did every one go?
The phone rang.
Sleepy I answered, “Hello?”
My best friend’s energetic voice greeted my soul like a beating drum.
It was then when I realized, I left death behind in my dream, alone.
Never, have I been so glad for a phone call to wake me and bring me back to y’all.
️IN THE END️
May your last
Moments of today
Be filled with
Leaving a hunger
To wake again
MEMORIES ~ Time travel for the soul.
Revisiting the past may bring pain, but if one can endure the process, healing will follow.
At times what’s
Beyond the present
Overcomes the scenario
One left behind a second ago.
❄AN ICY EXPERIENCE❄
Summer is on the road
Heading north on its
Soon, the icebergs will melt
But my icy experience
Alaska is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited or lived at. Never could I imagined, I would have found Portage Glacier changing beauty addicting. It’s as if, this place was my home and I have returned.
I’ve been here at this same spot four times since November of 2017. This glacier hasn’t seen the last of me. As long as I return to Anchorage, I will be coming to visit this therapeutic and freeing view. For the change of this exotic creation can become rapid, one never knows.
For now, while change is slow, I will enjoy its enormous sight. Alaska, has captured my heart with the wonders of its Great Land.
Cycles have a purpose.
Winter anesthetics growth to improvement circumstances.
Spring awakens growth to rehabilitative change.
Summer energizes growth to celebrate development.
Fall relaxes growth to release what hindered the improvement of circumstance, rehabilitation of change and the celebration of development.
Be ready, when the icebergs of circumstances begin to melt.
Shifting, flooding, crowding can prevent us from having a positive attitude towards growth.
Like a taffeta curtain, the rain fell covering the mountains in the far distance.
As It advanced and crossed the emerald green lake, translucent it became.
freezing from the harsh, damp wind, my red-beet hands contrasted against the twirling snowflakes.
Many, white, small, art pieces drifted sideways towards my left only to turn to rain again.
Enchanted, I left, but my heart wished I could have stayed.
Can You See Yourself This Way?
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14 New International Version (NIV)
The beautiful and clever artist of the poem below, Nandita, has a gift with words. If you haven’t come across her blog, go visit her work. If you enjoy poetry you will stay and scroll awhile. Have a lovely day. Blessings.
You are perfectin all your ways
Your beauty, pure without equal
Your heart opengiving love to all
Free without hesitationyou are a beautiful soul
Your mind boundlessstunning in its brilliance
Your soul, spotless, a single bright star
in the midnight skyleading me home
Your love for mea dazzling white light
I bask in its warmthso immaculately pure
I let it fill all the dark placeshidden in my soul
Casting all doubtmaking way for faith
Burning through mewith cleansing fire
Giving new lifeto an eternal garden
Once dead and graynow blossoming like never before
You have opened yourself, revealing all that you are
Trusting me withyour secrets laying yourself…
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May I not trip you from wanting to come and visit Alaska with the following images. Yes, its freezing cold on a windy, rainy, snowing day.
Your face and hands will turn red, like a cooked lobster, especially if you have a fair skin. Me, I just look a bit sunburn. Honestly, it will not matter, if you’re nuts about adventure.
The wild-er you are the more ground you’ll cover.
the enchanting beauty
will tease you
and dare you.
You will go,
if you like challenges
and you have the time.
Please, when visiting glaciers, don’t trip on the ice or slip. It will not bring any type of pleasure. It hasn’t happen to me, but it’s probably because I keep knocking on my head. 🙂 Which, I’m very thankful. Besides, it will take me twice as long as anyone else to get up since, I’m a teapot, short and stout.
on a more
be respectful to yourself, and
to those who came with you,
plus your surroundings.
Alaska is truly a dangerous wilderness where wild things sleep, eat and poop. With that said, watch your step. Especially where bears roam. In April, they are awake and hungry.
My desire is for these photos to not only astonish, but entice you to have your own adventurous trip in Alaska. I hope my words were crystal clear regarding safety in the great outdoors. Be careful this spring and summer, not just in Alaska, but in your own giant backyards.
My trip to Portage Glacier April 28, 2018 was short because of the weather, but it was intense because of the weather. I know, I wasn’t wearing the best shoes. I did have my hiking shoes in the trunk, but I wasn’t going far or for long. My husband waited in the car as I did my fifteen to twenty minutes explorations. It was way too cold for him to join me and my crazy love for nature.
Enjoy the beauty God created as you take time to hike, walk, ride, climb, cycle or swing on the porch. God bless.
🔷️A WILD CALL🔷️
I’d be gone
The Wild call
That my heart
But, not alone
☄UNDER MY FEET☄°
In lace, appeared
As If a gift
By photo edits.
The gift from
☄UNDER MY FEET☄
Not to see
UNDER MY FEET☄
To my feet
Frozen world existed
unbeknownst to me.
My slippery path
An intangible Voice
cried-out, “Photograph me.”
Contrast and color,
My heart skip a beat,
Slowly, hidden Galaxies
Revealed themselves to me.