As I was getting out of the shower this morning I heard a loud thud. It sounded like something hit the dining room window. Upon investigating I noticed a smear on the glass, looked down and saw this little hawk on the ground.
The poor thing had smacked into the window and sat there stunned, looking around like it didn’t know what happened. As I started taking pictures, I was just praying that it didn’t have any broken parts. It kept looking up at me and I didn’t know quite what to do. Thoughts ran through my mind of quickly finding a wildlife refuge to call in case it couldn’t recover, but right after I took this image, it started walking around a bit. A couple of minutes later, looking back at me once more, it turned and flew off into a nearby pine tree. It was almost like he was saying, “I’m OK now.” I was so happy!
Fly free, little hawk, and thanks for letting me take your picture. I hope you don’t fly into any more windows. You might not be so lucky next time. Namaste’
This weeks photo challenge is the Sea. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like the sea. Some of my best days and nights have been at the beaches of northern California.
I remember one time when I had to go to Bodega Bay to make sales calls. It happened to be one of those grey, overcast days and I didn’t really feel like driving out there but I had to get the calls out of the way. On the way back to my office, I pulled over at one of the beaches near Bodega and simply sat and watched the sea. It was spectacular to watch the power of the mighty surf as she rolled in, wave after wave.
Because of the weather, there was no one else there but me and God. Magical time; just magical.
This image is the beach in Marina Del Rey (southern CA). The sun had already set, so all I could get was the last vestiges of light on the waves, while watching this man and his child. I added a nostalgic effect because that’s how it felt to me. Namaste’
“Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.”Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is a picture of the sign on our patio. The Beach House … a place where we want to retire someday. We already have a vision board about it. If you aren’t familiar with a vision board, it’s a place where you put pictures or photos or drawings (whatever works for you) of the things you would like to experience in your life. Some call it a bucket list. I have one of those, too, but this is different. My vision board is a piece of poster board with pictures of various items, like the beach house. And just for good measure, I put the sign up. I look at it every day and imagine being in the beach house, looking out the window at the ocean, sipping my coffee and witnessing another spectacular sunrise.
The beach house is a place that provides complimentary sunsets and ocean views. It’s a place where I can feel the sand between my toes and build a sand castle if I want to. It’s a place where our dogs can run on the beach, chase sandpipers, or dig a hole to cool off the belly when they need to. It’s a place where the grandkids can come and stay as long as they like and spend the day surfing, skim boarding, swimming, clamming, or whatever else they want to do. It’s a place that’s the epitome of relaxation, closing my eyes and meditating while listening to the waves lap the shore.
It doesn’t matter to me which ocean, but I would prefer warm water. Do you hear me, Universe? Hint. Hint. Life is good; dreams are free.
I’ve always wondered where this road leads to and one day I’m going to drive up to the top and find out what’s on the other side. Maybe the poet, Robert Frost, saw something similar to this which inspired his famous poem, THE ROAD NOT TAKEN.
How many times have we been offered a choice in our lives to take one path or another? I can’t even count them, but make choices we must … every day. Ah, yes, the God-given gift of free will; the gift of freedom.
Sadly, in my years so far on this journey, I have met many people who are afraid of making the wrong choice so they don’t make any or they take forever to decide. That’s OK under certain circumstances but it can also be paralyzing. Living in fear of taking the wrong road is paralysis by analysis. Ugh! We’ve all done it at times, but with the new energies wrapping around us in this year of paradigm shifts, let’s make the best of our lives. Choose!
Oh, and if you’re worried that you might make the “wrong” choice, you get the opportunity to learn something. And if people judge you for it, is it really any of your business what they think of you?
Let’s be grateful that we have choices to make. How frustrated we would be if we didn’t. Namaste.
(As always, you can choose to click on the photo to make it larger). To choose or not to choose 🙂
Let me just start out by saying that today’s post is courtesy of another blogger, Leigh, who posted this on her blog. I’m borrowing it because I found it to be so poignant and and it really struck a chord with me. With all that goes on these days and people being so busy, I wonder sometimes if kids don’t get lost in the shuffle.
The photo is one of my granddaughter. It’s one of my favorites of her; so innocent and full of wonder and freedom.
MEMOS FROM YOUR CHILD . . .
Don’t spoil me. I know quite well I shouldn’t have all I ask for. I’m only testing you. Don’t be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it. It makes me secure. Don’t let me form bad Habits. I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages. Don’t make me feel smaller than I am. It only makes me behave stupidly ‘big’. Don’t correct me in front of people if you can help it. I’ll take much more notice if you talk to me quietly in private. Don’t protect me from consequences. I need to learn the painful way sometimes. Don’t make me feel my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values. Don’t be too upset when I say “I hate you.” It’s not you I hate. It’s your power to thwart me. Don’t take too much notice of my small ailments. Sometimes they get me the attention I need. Don’t nag – if you do, I’ll have to protect myself by appearing deaf. Don’t make rash promises. I feel badly let down when promises are broken. Don’t forget I can’t explain myself as well as I’d like. This is why I’m not always very accurate. Don’t tax my honesty too much. I’m easily frightened into telling lies. Don’t be inconsistent. It confuses me and makes me lose my faith in you. Don’t put me off when I ask questions. If you do, you’ll find I stop asking and seek answers elsewhere. Don’t tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real to me. Don’t ever suggest that you’re perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I find out you are neither. Don’t ever think it is beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me surprisingly warm towards you. Don’t forget I love experimenting. I can’t get on without it, so please put up with it. Don’t forget how quickly I’m growing up. It must be hard to keep pace with me but please try.
Moon Pops – sounds like something NASA conjured up, doesn’t it? While grocery shopping recently, I discovered these fun food gems. I think they’re fabulous … crunchy, whole grain disc-shaped food. Uh-huh … food! The best part is that each Moon Pop is only 16 calories, 0 fat grams, no trans fat, no saturated fat, no cholesterol, 5 mg. sodium, 4 g. carbs, no sugar and 1 gram of protein. And the sodium comes from sea salt.
I have put various foods on my Moon Pops just to try different combinations. Cream cheese, sharp cheddar cheese (and heated in the microwave), chicken salad, egg salad, scrambled eggs, salsa, peanut butter and more. But those are my favorites. These little gems are about the size of a saucer with a lip around the edge so the topping doesn’t fall off. Pretty clever and I imagine they would be a great conversation starter at parties. I can hear it now, “What the heck is this?”
There’s one other variety … cinnamon. Not too heavily flavored but really good heated up with butter. Of course, that’s if you’re not concerned with weight loss. If you are, eat them naked. The Moon Pops, that is 🙂 Enjoy!
Amazing how time is flying by. Doesn’t it feel like 2011 is a distant memory? For some, that might be a good thing. For others, there are people, places and things that want to be remembered.
For this writer, as the days fly by, it seems that the happenings need to be recorded somehow. Many of us have blogs for passing along information, sharing our feelings, baring our souls, etc. But for those who don’t like to bare their souls in the public domain, there’s an alternative for you to shout from your soul or whisper from your heart.
PENZU is an online private journal and it’s absolutely free, secure and easy to use. Of course, like most free programs, you can upgrade to premium but you don’t have to. It functions just great in the free version. I used to keep a handwritten journal (several, actually) but have found recently that I can type faster than I can write, so it’s Penzu for me. I’ve found that I sometimes start my entry with bitching, moaning and complaining, but by the end I’m finding something to be in gratitude about. I think it’s important to write it all down. Some experts say we can even write our way to good health. If there’s truly a mind/body/spirit connection, and I believe there is, then why not write for a better overall sense of well-being? Personally, I believe writing in a journal to be a great stress reducer. Why? Because we get to write anything we want and there’s no outside forces judging us for it. The worst critic will be our inner one.
I love how Penzu says “Free Lunch Does Exist.” Pretty clever and they aren’t kidding about it being free.