Photography Captures Messages

20181021_1717591The wind quickened and the stormed continued to develop. Me?

20181021_1720411I happily drove south with my husband in the car. It was an opportunity which I couldn’t miss.

20181021_1720551No rainstorm was going to bound me indoors, keeping away from nature.

20181021_1721451The 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.

20181021_174528Wet terrain darkened the fall colors causing me to desire a hot drink. After coffee and a treat, I drove us back home to Anchorage.

20181021_174835With the rain pouring down and on coming cars lifting rainwater to my windshield, the view hid from my sight.

20181021_174543ย Therefore, I had to stop now and then.

20181021_174637Once 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.

20181021_174813Then, I remembered a photographed of a leafless bush.

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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 whatย 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.

Blessings, Lidia.๐Ÿ˜Š

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Really, How Big is Life?

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IN THE FAR DISTANCE๏ธ
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To grasp how big life really is, one must:

Drink oceans of understanding,
Climb mountains of insight,
Trench terrains of awareness,
Breath rivers of experience, plus
Soak -up starburst of heavenly enlightenment.

Or just go for a hike in the wilderness of Alaska.

I promise, your mind, heart, body, soul and spirit
will be drench with all the above that you
will sleep like a child, who’d played all day
and for most of the night.
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Prayers Are Footprints

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PRAYERS FROM FRIENDS AND LOVE ONES ARE INVISIBLE STEPS ON THE TRAIL OF LIFE WHICH WE ARE ABOUT TO WALK ON.

AMONG THEM, IS A SET OF STEPS AHEAD OF THE PRAYERS, THEY BELONG TO JESUS THE LORD. FOR HE WENT AHEAD OF US TO PREPARE WHAT WE NEED.

CAN WE TRUST HIM WHEN HE’LL SAY,ย  “IT’S TIME, COME?”

The Magic of New Day

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THE MAGIC OF A NEW DAY
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Days ago, troubles lingered on my mind like stormy dark clouds.

Slowly Iย drew the curtains opened not wanting morning to come.

Not knowing the view had more than a scene to reveal to me.

Morning sun rose like a golden ocean of possibilities behind leafless trees of brokenness.

Heavy, purple winter clouds hung above the sea of goodness keeping life from reaching me

Angelic cloud spread across the stormy clouds allowing the blue sky to fill my heart with heavenly hope.

God’s promises are new every morning and ours should be too.

A Reserved Moment ~ Join Me

Take my hand.

20180101_124502.jpgCome with me.

20180101_123558.jpgFeel with me.

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See what I see.

Be touch. Be moved. Be loved.

A reserved time for the heart and soul.

A place, where one never walks alone.

Photos take in Vancouver, Washington on my morning walk, January 1, 2018.

Reservation ~ Daily prompt – January 2, 2018

Mountain Tops

 

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To many people, a mountain peak is just another high point.

But, for me each mountain top has its unique style, presence and lessons to teach.

I don’t have to physically climb to the tip to discover my limits and struggles.

By meditation, observations and awareness the mountain can teach me to be aware of false limits, over looked risks, and fears which are hindering my climb.

Confidence of achievement is nothing to be a shame about as long as I remember the following things.

If a peak of recognition comes my way, always give thanks, recognize those who help along the way and stay humble for it’s very easy to slip and fall. For, only aย few are given such opportunity and aloud to stay at such heights.

When God grants me a spot on top, I should open the list of names who help me climbed and give them recognition and gratitude.

MOUNTAIN PEAKS AREN’T ALWAYS MADE BY NATURE.
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As If She Didn’t Belong

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A leaf standing among the grass. Red parts have turned black as it looks like a flame.

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Full of color among a sea of grassy green, her curved form stood out for anyone to see.

Poised herself tall with black and vibriant reds, as if her body was on fire or at some point had bleed.

If I had touched her, she would have crumbled, for she looked very very tired and deeply sad.
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They Fall Alone

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One by one

Each lets go

Sway or twirl

They fall alone

Land they will

Solo or Clusters

Change occurs

True colors form

Leaves

Someone said, “The true color of a leaf is revealed in fall.”

It’s also true of our children once they leave home.

 

Shine With Me

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A section of a wet, red-orange fallen leaf with hints of yellow and black specks on its edge

Rain drizzled

Onto your skin

By the Light-post

Your color shimmered

Bewitched I soaked

While I fell in love

(note: I try to describe the image on my photo for a blind follower who writes fabulous poetry.)